Anything!

If I could write the bestest poem, The bestest of them all, Then that would be more than a whim, More like a miracle! For I'm not blessed with eloquence That flies off from the page, Surpassing all poetic trends, Since I've not reached that stage... But, when on form, I'm still quite good At what I try to do, Because I'm doing what I should To please the likes of you... But even then, no money's paid, No thought of all my bills, Not even when they get delayed Because of pains or ills... So why, should I, continue on? Except I love to write, To spread a little light that shone, Before I bid goodnight... So this is why, I write today, The last day of this year, Before it, too, must fly away, A new year to appear... Who knows what next year has for me? Who knows what it could bring? Because, you see, with poetry, That could be ANYTHING! Denis Martindale 31st of December 2017.