There’s something in your poem,
Yet, naked to my eye.
I read it, over and over,
To find your point, I’ll try.
Your words are so descriptive,
Commanding vocabulary.
Me, I flip through the pages,
Of my open dictionary.
I wish I had paid attention,
In my literature class.
To great writers like you, here,
In my school days long past.
I know it’s not too late.
I will put in the time.
Attempt to hold a candle,
To the words, such as your rhyme.
Try not to get discouraged,
If I never master the knack.
Like your talent to express,
A message for me to grasp.