dont call me a poet <br />instead treat me <br />like a poem <br />spring, summer, <br />autumn or winter <br /> <br />i am mere leaf <br />that has taken <br />enough of sun <br />and now <br />swinging a <br />freedom from <br />the top of tree <br />to the lowest <br /> <br />smugly hugging <br />the fact that <br />ever ready <br />is a large land <br />wide as your arms <br />to embrace me <br /> <br />a warm, humble rest <br />after all the glory in the sun<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-about-poetry-dont-call-me-a-poet/
