With All Of The World Poetasters Poem by Francis Duggan

With all of the World's poetasters a common bond I share
Our type are very plentiful and we were never rare
To fashionable poetry readings we're not invited for to read
And it can be said about us that we are a common breed.

I once dreamed of being famous but that's going back in time
And none wish to remember the one of slipshod rhyme
I've never known the privilege of being called a man of song
To any sort of group or club my type does not belong.

With all of the World's poetasters I for one can empathize
We are never short listed for any literary prize
Our rhymes are seen as worthless the stuff we cannot sell
The greatest sin I live with is that I pen doggerel.

How clever and how talented are those skilled in the wordsmith trade
For poets indeed are born and 'tis true they can't be made
So many minor writers of their writing prowess gloat
But not everyone's a novelist and not everyone's a poet.

I am not blessed with talent or one who has insight
But give me pen and paper I feel the urge to write
And though I never will be famous of which I feel all too aware
There is so much for to write about of the bigger World out there.