January 27, 2024 marks the one year anniversary of when I first started writing poetry.
One year's over, another year's passed
Have I made anything that will last?
One year's gone, another year begins
Have I revealed what I've kept within?
One year later, one year since I began
Is anything I write in demand?
One year later, and what have I done?
Showed my talent to everyone?
One year's over, one year's in the past
Or have I only showed to them what I lack?
One year's born, another year dies
I never thought to ask the reason why
One year later, and what did I write?
And was it good, or merely alright?
