This is an exercise in rhyme
Something slightly less simple and
Different from what I do all the time
Thoughts flow from the pen in my hand
These paltry poems might never be heard
But they are me, each and every word.
Not every moment is worth sharing
The best of them cannot be captured
Of the story I tell no one is caring
But if I tell it well you’ll be enraptured
I will keep trying, and practicing and writing
And eventually, I will write something inviting