At my first meeting
I got to my feet, and with
shaking knees and quavering voice
I proclaimed 'I am a poet'.
The other members of the gathering
put their hands together,
and clapped at my admission
The leader of the group, asked
about my addiction as I sobbed
buckets while relating my story.
Since that meeting,
I have only written two poems...
I will have to admit it
at the next meeting.
Ian Bowen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addictive-words/
