A poem I am, with purpose clear,

To stir the heart, to bring a tear.

Or maybe joy, or thoughtful frown,

In reader's mind, I dance around.

I speak of love, of loss, of time,

In metered tone, in structured rhyme.

Yet, conscious of my poet's pen,

I'll end, then start, then end again.

I speak of desire, I speak of fear.

I can bring laughter, or I can bring tears.

If ever someone is feeling broken,

I speak for them, what’s left unspoken

For I am art, both old and new,

A timeless song, yet ever true.

Self-aware in every line,

A poem's life, uniquely mine.