People are calling me a poet,
In this cozy little neighborhood,
And let me tell you right now Folks,
That gets me feelin' somethin' good,

See, I don't write,
To excite,
To titillate,
Or to please,
I only dip my pen in life's inkwell,
For the joy, the calm, that it brings,

When I'm alone,
It guides me home,
When I'm in fear,
It draws me near,
When I lose hope,
It helps me cope,
When I feel shame,
It remembers my name,

Doesn't always gladden me,
Writing certain moody thoughts,
Will often sadden me,

But sometimes,
We all need,
To be sad.