A Poet’s Life

I never thought when I got started
Things would turn out this way.
What started out as a hobby
Has now taken over my days.
The words started out as a drop here and there
Then a trickle started to flow.
A river of words started running
Now my pen's constantly on the go.
I write about love that's been lost or found
I write about hearts on the mend.
About islands arising from the morning mist
And ships sailing far 'round the bend.
I look at things in a different way
From most other people I've found.
I see faerie folk peeking shyly
Around the trees
And unicorn tracks on the ground.
A poet's life I've found to be
The only life for me.
It gives me so much pleasure
And sets my spirit free.

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