I'd Like To Write a Poem

I'd like to write a poem.

Something moving, something wise.

I'd like my words to linger, long after my demise

I'd like to write of daffodils and lonely, wandering clouds

of sailing ships, and daring quests at sea.

But all the while I sit here.

It's not my voice that I hear

It's the golden tones of poets past that whisper in my ear.

Have all the noblest words been writ?

Has it all been said before?

Will there ever be a place for me upon that swollen shore?

If I close my eyes,

and listen for a voice that's fresh and clear,

Will there ever be the slightest chance It's my voice that I hear?