I say and say this is my last rhyme
but I don't think I listen
and every time I hear
"You'll never be good."
I believe them
but I've failed to quit
Somedays I wonder if the words
I write are the
glorified droolings of a hack
and I keep on
and sometimes I ask myself why
but I keep working
Someone told me once
that they found strength in my words
somedays it's a curse
others a blessing
Because
it's enough to keep
me writing my last rhyme
until the day I die.