carpe diem

on being enough

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do all good poets lay awake at night
or is that just a tall tale
to make a person more than just that
and all else in comparison pale

so like all good people, I do
button up my shirt to the last
but a poet was I, I'd never know
wither in meter, I surely contrast

if all was labeled an A or a B
would there be any meaning at all
express whatever you may
but in reality, uncertainty does crawl

i know not of the stars in the sky
n'er have I been 6 feet in the grave
but a poet were I and aware
I'd be no more than a foolish knave

- ch