There are days that I compose a poem and eventually ask of myself, “What was I writing about?” . There are days that I write and walk away, yet eventually forget what I was writing about. Such poetry become an example of creative writing that went almost on its own way.
Today’s poem is one such writing. It is a poem that I would at times term as entertainment. At least it becomes entertainment for me as I strive to figure what I was writing about, Before ending up letting the poem become that which it has ended up as.
I trust that it will find entertainment or for some a little more and become a lesson of sorts. So often as we walk along in life it becomes a lesson and on occasions a lesson becomes a taste in life. I hope that such a poem as this one…
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The Reluctant Poet 