I know I can't compare <br />to Maya Angelou or Baudelaire <br />You will not find me on the shelf <br />with them or those that make you feel <br />you want to rent your clothes <br />with such despair and weep <br />with grief you cannot bear <br />I am replete <br />with simple diction tight and neat <br />My poems are junk <br />someday be buried with me meek <br />Like Hallmark cards <br />Not fit for lounge rats in a bar <br /> <br />Written by Sara Fielder © Jan 2012<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/junk-9/
