The poetry book is closing
there's a stillness in the air
the last rhyme has been written
as I rise from my old armchair.

Though opportunities are endless
the outcomes are so few
my dear poetry closest friends
I have something to tell you.

The last page in my book is wet
and I will tell you all for why
it caught a single falling tear
from my blury ageing eye.

I didn't write poetry to be famous
couldn't care less about the wealth
it took away the trauma in my life
and was good for my...