this is my latest poem
and as the poem goes
it reaches out, it stretches
the feeling to its toes

the words don’t come by easy
I am not ashamed to say
that sometimes I do struggle
and verses go astray

however, I am always
as much as you can tell
excited of your comments
hello, blah-blah, farewell

some people do acknowledge
the ending, the beginning
some go just for the middle
some for that hidden meaning

I do appreciate it
and here I come to think
that poets love their readers
more than their favourite drink



PS. What? Too cliché for you? Did you expect an original stanza, or something?