At my first meeting <br />I got to my feet, and with <br />shaking knees and quavering voice <br />I proclaimed 'I am a poet'. <br />The other members of the gathering <br />put their hands together, <br />and clapped at my admission <br />The leader of the group, asked <br />about my addiction as I sobbed <br />buckets while relating my story. <br /> <br />Since that meeting, <br />I have only written two poems... <br /> <br />I will have to admit it <br />at the next meeting.<br /><br />Ian Bowen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/addictive-words/
