Oftimes I wonder

Oftimes wonder why poets
Pen the words they do
Is it for themselves alone
Or to be shared by me and you

Are they truly lonesome folk
Or just generous to extremes
Perhaps sharing or baring
Their hopes and their dreams

As for me. it’s pretty simple you see
Like most I wish for comments and replies
But most of all I wish to cause a bit of glee
A smile or a wee sparkle or e’en a tear to your eyes

It’s selfish I know…but I bask in the glow
That I feel when I touch someone’s mind
Be it lightly or mighty…be it quickly or slowly
Oftimes I wonder…is mine…touched in kind?
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