When I catch the feeling,
That life is becoming too monotonous,
Unwieldy, demoralizing and humorous.
I might just pick up my pen;
And perhaps,
Write a satire.
When I catch the feeling,
That I am amorous and affectionate;
And being cherished, or not appreciated.
I might just pick up my pen;
And nevertheless,
Write a romance.
When I catch this feeling.
Nature is moderately beautiful naturally;
More beautiful than what jeopardize it.
I might just pick up my pen;
And nonetheless,
Write a romantic poem,
When I catch the feeling,
The consciousness of sympathy and pity;
Having lost whom I so adore.
I might just pick up my pen;
And perchance,
Write an elegy.
When I catch the feeling;
That some beings are superior;
Events more classic and praiseworthy.
I might just pick up my pen;
And conversely,
Write an ode.
My emotions control me;
Let lines rain on me.
I empty my emotions in lines.
Hence:
I am a poet,
A pen lover,
A troubadour.