Famous Poet
I may be famous after my death
Probably not til long after my last breath
Some may talk about me being a poet
Others may say they didn’t even know it
I never thought that I was creative
Some of you may consider this relative
Until the Art crawled from out of me
And filled me with lots of glee
Filled me with many different emotions
Happiness & sadness, internal commotion
Struggles and turmoil
Just another thing to foil
Beat it and win
But don’t go too far and sin
Practice compassion
Put on that fake smile and grin
Everyone has art in them
Inside of them a hidden gem
You just have to seek out and find it
But don’t get overconfident & blind of it
Remember to always be creating
And try to never be hating
Find your art & you too could be famous
Like most greats, after your death & shameless
I want you to create
Otherwise you are tempting fate
Let your art out
Or it will handicap & debilitate
Set your soul free
As I have done to me
And you shall see
This is the only way, it can be.
I.M.Rosas
11/4/2022