Poet For A Thousand Days

I am a poet for a thousand days; living my life in a

thousand ways. I write words that nobody reads

I wander around feeling full of dread. But I carry

on despite no reaction. But stop I won’t because

I was told don’t by a man so wise and I knew that

he wasn’t telling lies. So at my computer, I will

stay, probably till my dying day and maybe I’ll

get noticed in an astonishing way.