'What Else Can I Do? ' Poem by Linda Winchell

What else can I seem to do?
but just sit in my chair and write?
I can't seem to go anywhere these days
the gas prices are out of sight!

So I sit and type my thoughts in poems
and share them FREE of charge.
To anyone who'd care to read them
all of the internet population at large.

Sometimes I feel I'm spinning my wheels
and not getting anywhere.
It isn't so much the money you see
It's just, does anyone really care?

Do they care what I have written?
Do they really know what I have said?
Does anyone want to copy my poems?
So later on they might be read?

Makes me wonder if the life of a poet
is all it's cracked up to be?
I know it's not paying me anything
it's out there everywhere and it's FREE!

What else can I do, but sit in this chair and write?
To type all day in my poetic way
just typing all through the night!