A Poets Beginning Poem by Frederick Nellist

To write poetry where do I start
Profound words from the heart
Or simple words, perhaps in kind
Only thoughts that spring to mind.

Is it a talent that's past me by
At times I hold my head and sigh
Maybe I'm a failure to be exposed
Will you like what I've composed.

Not just one subject but a mixture
Poetry to me will not be a fixture
My poems always I will compound
Words that paint, not too profound.

I would like sad ones make you cry
Perhaps bring a twinkle to your eye
Even laugh, it's not against the law
What have you let yourselves in for.

So dear friends I'll leave it to you
Despite the torture I put you through
My feeble efforts I'll never defend
Reserve your judgment to the end.