Constant Task Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Why is it so?
What is the answer? ~ I do ask,
As I begin a new poem,
This Constant Task.

The Task of a Poem,
Jotted down this Morn,
As my pen glides on paper,
From my Mind, words are torn.

My questions unanswered,
Today as before,
I am no nearer a solution,
As I write an Encore.

The question that puzzles me,
From Dawn through to Eve,
Is why I am no richer,
It is hard to believe.

Why, like other Poets,
Am I to have meagre means,
But a will to write Poetry,
Which by others will be seen?

Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 2 July 2006