I'm a little poet,
No one adjoins to hear;
My songs and my stories,
Some chuckle, some sneer.
I work hard with my words,
And never tell a lie.
In my poetic canticles,
That some reviewers decry.
Unperceived by them,
As a phoenix, again and again I rise;
Just to show that this little poet,
Knows of no compromise.
And I write of politics,
My love, sadness and joy;
I pour my soul out constantly,
But the reviewers still deny.
And I write of the struggle,
A denseness once known.
Of an odyssey that a man takes
And man makes alone
I write of the pleasant, and
I write of the bad.
All the things that make me happy;
Or the ones that make me sad.
My words are so simple,
My message is loud and clear;
I'm a little poet
I'll march on and show no fear.
No one adjoins to hear;
My songs and my stories,
Some chuckle, some sneer.
I work hard with my words,
And never tell a lie.
In my poetic canticles,
That some reviewers decry.
Unperceived by them,
As a phoenix, again and again I rise;
Just to show that this little poet,
Knows of no compromise.
And I write of politics,
My love, sadness and joy;
I pour my soul out constantly,
But the reviewers still deny.
And I write of the struggle,
A denseness once known.
Of an odyssey that a man takes
And man makes alone
I write of the pleasant, and
I write of the bad.
All the things that make me happy;
Or the ones that make me sad.
My words are so simple,
My message is loud and clear;
I'm a little poet
I'll march on and show no fear.
