The Poet

The leaves beneath crunch and they crumble
Yet among them, I never seem to stumble

The leaves, they live and they die
They fascinate me, yet what’s the difference between them and I?

We come and we go
Through the trials and thrills of life we flow

Sometimes I wonder
What else should I ponder?
To be here and now, I suppose that’s life’s great wonder

Here, life simply feels easy
Where the sun shines, and it’s ever so breezy

Don’t spend your time worrying for me
For past these walls of society, I’m able to see

I could be wrong
But maybe I was meant to be a poet
Something I think I’ve known all along
Now here I am to show it
Here I am to finally say, these words of mine belong