Sonnet: A Good Poem

My Muse does not me bring riches, I seek; A life of poverty with it comes meek; I struggled with Poetry and my Rhymes, Regardless of night/ day or other climes. My inspirations most come from above; These are the best poems and which I love; These are the ones too, I don’t alter much; For centuries, they can well stand as such. I make some poems of my own design; They aren’t the best always; so, I resign; Whatever poem’s made, I shouldn’t alter, Nor do I ever for money, barter. All good poems that stand the test of time Are inspired and perspired to rhyme.