Sitting alone at my trusty writing table once again
Wondering where the creative images have been
Touching the early morning peace and stillness
Writing with inspiring words, filled with richness
Crafting poetry, a pleasing journey to thrill
Seeking new ideas for a blank sheet to fill
Smiling as my loyal pen walks with haste
Hoping these words provide a rich taste
Dreaming of writing a poem that’s a big hit
Understanding that many will be left adrift
Pausing to think of outstanding poetry awards
Knowing that finishing may be my only reward
Finding more ambition from the morning light
Feeling my mind beginning to take long flight
Adding to a poem line by thoughtful line
Relishing the energy my words will find
Nearing the end of my writing journey, years from now
Looking back at my poetry, and taking a last, final bow
Realizing that long after I have left and been gone
Appreciating others reading my words, like a song