You have a calling as a poet

It’s yours and you know it

“Don’t miss your calling”, Grandma would say

You turned your head and looked away

She had that sneaky weirdish wink

Like she tries to trick you, make you think

Leave me alone and go away

I’ll seek some calling some other day

I am lonely, but not afraid

I sleep in the bed that I have made

And as they say it is again

In the beginning, so in the end

Deny my calling? I shall not!

I’ve held on and it’s what I’ve got

How can I share it?

What would I say?

To help some others along the way

Keep the faith and don’t give up

You’ll find you drink from a poet’s cup.