Life Of A Poet Poem by SPC Kellaway

I never wanted to be famous, I never looked for fame
I always hoped for understanding, to play the rhyming game

I write from life’s experiences, in an empathetic way
Not supporting any cause or claim, just meaning what I say

I am human, I am man, I am just like any other
I write when the feeling takes me, and sometimes I don’t bother

Am I the people’s legend, a genius, an icon, or just another fool?
Is it challenge that drives me onward, as I strive to look street cool?

We all think we are special, in some private sort of way
But we fail to see the merit as others often may

These are only words that torrent from our brains
But we must see the reality, the truth, and all the gains

For we are the chosen few, and we carry a heavy load
We will never write for pennies, pounds, or even gold

But we do become the voice of all those deaf and dumb
We express what others face, then suffer and succumb

So cherish your gift, believe and praise be to it
For you are honoured like no others, you are a poet!