Of late I have been subject to some ridicule
for the volume of my rhymes has been minuscule
and if that's not enough to make one contrite
I have been asked why I even bother to write
As a poet, I am not prolific
for my work tends to be specific
I only write when something stirs my passion
birthing verse needlessly is not my fashion
As to the question why
you might as well question the blue sky
or changing of seasons
nature of things require no reasons
I write simply to satisfy my soul
beauty of the verse makes me whole
and if my sharp wit has ever offended
so too my verse have often mended