I think this qualifies as idle musing as much as it does a poem. It’s just me putting words to the thoughts in my head, nothing too fancy over all. Of course it comes to mind right after I post an older piece for the sake of at least having something uploaded today.
Once upon a time, I didn’t think I’d like writing poetry,
So when i finally wrote a poem and enjoyed it, it was a surprise to me.
I found myself liking something i never thought that i would,
From then till now, I’ve written as many poems as i could.
It’s like an addiction that doesn’t require any pay,
My drug of choice, free to be done any day.
People even seem to like the words i weave,
Regardless of the feelings those words might leave.
So i write them for myself and for others to enjoy,
Words are my favorite tool now, and even my favorite toy.