Who Do I Think I Am?
Can I be as good as this man
This child who lives in the City
This half-my-age literary genius
Who brought me to tears with his words?
I see the open mike calls
The contests and competitions
I see the friendly messages for poems
And I think I can do it
Then I hear this man
This child who lives in the City
This half-my-age literary genius
Who brought me to tears with his words
I say to myself "I can do this"
"I can go to this open call"
"I can write something that they will like"
I think I can...
And then I hear this man
This child who lives in the City
This half-my-age literary genius
Who brought me to tears with his words
I put my words on "paper"
The virtual page where I collect my thoughts
With the thought that I can go to the mike
And share with the polite applause
But then I think of the man
The child who lives in the City
The half-my-age literary genius
Who brought me to to tears with his words
And I close the "book" and walk away
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