Poetry came around at the time of a younger me.
One that was so happy, with a mind that was so free.
Poetry contests were springing about and teachers scurried
While each elementary student wrote poems in a hurry.
Weeks after the ordeal, I recieved a great shock: my scrap of a poem was published in a book.
It was said to be nicely structured while containing a nice hook.
Although a short story, it is the story of what came to arise
The love/hate relationship beween my poetry and I.