Title : A Note for Today
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A Poem Critique

Perhaps it`s me a sad old Poet,
like a Chimp upon a grand piano,
I plug away on finest keys,
my task to send a rhyme to thee.
So often when composing`s finished,
my brain a mess like sticky porridge,
I click the button,post the epic,
just to find it,lost in Cyber Space forever.
There`s nothing there,no not a sausage!
To live to fight with time, another battle,
I must rise ,get my act together it doesn`t matter,
Just start again ,hopefully, may get better?

Why use a hundred words when one would Do.
Try too hard make a Joke or cause a belly Laugh.
Who do I think I am to walk with Poetic Queens and Kings,
To pass Critique upon any subject known to Man.
What Do I know ? What makes me think anybody cares.
The secret is to keep an open mind be guided any road.
Take direction be it North South East or West.
Cross the variety of paths your Fellow Poet`s On.
So to this End I make My Plebeian Plea.
No, not in ernest hope to raise deposites in my Ego-Bank.
A Poet with an Ego? I`ve never seen the like,
Well not one since the Asylums Closed and let me Out !