A Poet

I am but a poet

and words are all I have

I crave for the moments

of money in rich time

and of hardship and misery

when I up for a dime

of  beauty and love

and glorious sunshine

of obscurity and heartbreak

and dark ugly night

of friendship and mellowness

in the people's eyes

of jealous and hatred

towards me all the time

of victory and gain

when my ambitions are mountain high

of pain and loss

and my ego in marine.

I am what I am

for the life wanted me to be.

I don't want a Good life

for Good is not so good for me.

I crave for all the flavors

that life has in store for me.

I am but a poet

and words are all I have.