I am the poet no one knows, I wear old clothes.
I love music and talk and fun, am I the only one?
Would it be good if others knew me, came up to me?
I don’t know, I do and I don’t, sometimes I think they will then I think they won’t.
Mostly I don’t think about it at all, I write my writing on the wall.
What for, who knows, I do my best.
I share with a friend or two and you, sharing is best.
I need a rest.
Do I pass the test?
14th May, 2017