My poem is done packing, and leaving home today
for a wandering trip, I don’t know where he’ll stay
nor what will become of him. He says it’s time to go.
He always was an awkward boy, they’ve often told me so.
A grown up poem needs to have some luck and a good rhythm
as well as editors and readers who are with him
to make it in the world of haiku, sonnet and free verse.
So here he goes, please treat him well, dear sirs.
A child alone he is to me, no money to his name,
walking on the road to find a publisher and fame.

Comments on: "My poem is leaving home today" (2)

  1. *Big Smile*

    Although I am left wondering why the poem should be masculine 🙂

    Love and hugs


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