New World

Me (Revised)

I have no name to boast

Nor a talent for joust

I have no gold nor silver

Nor love 'cause I'm bitter

I have no talent, gold, nor name

I especially don't have looks of fame

I am what you call "too tame"

You can never compare me to a flame

With a pen in hand

I am nothing but kind

I write this rhyme

Just to waste time

I day dream all day

Got a lot to say

But meek as can be

When fear grips me

One thing's for sure I am no queen

Nor a good warrior, as you've seen

I am a puzzle full of riddles that even with glove

I myself cannot solve

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This is the revised version of my poem Me in my first book of poetry, please get the link for the first book in the preface part of this one.

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