Fortieth Poem by Eloida Capuno

this is supposed to be
my fortieth
but nothing comes out
of my head
at 2: 30 a.m


am i good for just thirty nine
i am smiling now
at my
own folly
well at least i can still smile
then maybe i can write
some more

i want to write some more
i like it here
i like to read the others poems
their thoughts and longings
feelings and sentiments
some too deep for me to absorb
just as there are mediocre

i like the way some writers think
others i don't
and that makes this space interesting
a kaleidoscope
and so i will write some more
even if they border on mediocrity
i guess you will have to bear with me