By: Michael Young

A poet am I, A poet I'll be.

A scientist I guess, A spy from the sea.

Life's little games, Life's wonderful tale.

I wonder by, against a cold gale.

Color around me, Myriad of change.

I record the words, I study the game.

A poet I am, A poet I'll be.

I am cursed to wonder,

Do you wonder what I see?