Poetry

Poetry, some people fear it
They won't go near it
They leer and jeer it
Poetry, not so complicated
Some say it's sophisticated
Underappreciated and underrated
But who am I
Living a lie
and a line
Thinking I am a writer
Words making me a fighter
Sad songs that rhyme
for another time
When I am old and trying to remember
Some distant December
Some past year
Memories that leave a tear
I see why they have fears
Lyrics of yesteryears
We leave for ourselves ghosts
In garbled thoughts made of digital posts
Life written down
When you feel like a clown
Sometimes a little funny
Sometimes even sunny
Messages we left ourselves
Life sprinkled in bookshelves
And so we go on in poetry