Ann Ma'am

Ann Ma'am

Once you were kind enough

To comment only on my poetry

You gave me the heavenly kick

That anyone could see

Now it’s the first poem of yours

I happen to read

What is poetry?

Only you know indeed.

I am a simple passer by

Wait, not even that

None at me shall ever glance

There will be with words

No romance

As words flow out of my mind,

I don't damn then care

Who thinks what of me?

Or my poetry.

For I write it as it comes to me

I am no critic worth

The salt in my bones

When I read you again

It will be ahs and ayes

That I shall always give

Neither nays nor don'ts

For I am just a passer by

Amongst stalwarts over here

I do hope some day some one  

Also remembers me

Like you ma'am

You’re one of the finest poets

On whom I can lay my hands.

I am just a smaller

Off the cuff poet

Do pardon me

For words that I shouldn’t have said

To and or for thee.

Loved