A Want To Be Poet

I longed to be able to write about life in a poetic style
However my poetic ambition lay dormant all the while
As my mental life was beginning it's final phase of erosion
There was a final survival instinct and renewed inspiration
In a pathetic attempt to stimulate my crude ability
I began to express my amateur work in spite of it's futility
The act of processing God's everlasting grace and love
In beautiful poetic words is a wonderful gift from above
To express the beauty and wonder of life in a colorful way
And the evidence of God's love each and every day
To be able to express my deepest feelings in a literal way
Would enrich my very mundane life and make my day
My effort will never be popular or poetically find
But is a wonderful way to exercise an ageing mind