| How Cliche How cliche it is for me to say I am a poet and I know it when I find myself with paper and pen Ready to write and pour out my heart Yet my mind giving no ideas deep Enough to embrace the line set before it, And so I am reducing myself to a peasent Writing about not being able to write Forfeiting rhyme and rhythm all For the sake of finally fulfilling This title I've given myself as a poet That I feel I must live up to! But what reward is it that might come my way Resulting from something I might say? (What? Did I rhyme? Is the poet Within me beginning to know it again?) What more can I do than let my Soul guide me and let my hand script And hope that somehow my words might Affect the life of someone, near or far Helping them look deep inside Yet far beyond the stars. Copyright 2003 By Alvin Shaul Back List Next Home |