Poems Are Hard To Write

Poems are hard to write, sometimes taking

Till the middle of the night. Rhyming is hard

Thinking about what to say, or leaving things is

Difficult to do; feels like losing a shoe.

So how do you write the perfect line? Do

I even have the time? Making the perfect

poem makes me feel like changing my name

To Wilfred Owen.

But carry on I must, even though I feel like

Turning to dust. So my little verse is nearly

Finished. Ready for the world to shine

A light, and luckily, it hasn’t taken me till the

Middle of the night.