I am not a poet

I am not a poet who lives with words
I am a mere dreamer, or even worse
I gather lots of fantasies and just a little hope
In the few verses, in a few lines which I have wrote.

I am not a poet, no, please don’t say
That I deserve a laurel, to crown my head
No, don’t incense me with kind words, please, nay!
Insult me instead, for I am not a poet, I say.

I am not a poet, I resist becoming one
For in their ivory towers, companions, they have none.
So please, don’t call me a poet, for I am not
I am just a dreamer, yes, a dreamer I am just.

Antipolo City, Rizal; August 14, 2012