Maiden Literary Voyage by Ben Drafta

This poem is my inaugural

You can tell I have no flair.

None of this comes natural

For eloquent writers are rare.

A master’s work has cadence

Oh, I wish I had Shakespeare’s gift.

But for now, please have patience

And catch me if I start to drift.

I’ll pursue my literary quest

In search of inspiration.

Of my writings, I hope the rest

Are better than this oration.

Maybe someday I’ll write something deft

As of now, I write so bad it’s left!