In A Human World

In a Human World where self proclaimed poets are many the true poets are few
In the age of self promotion such a thing nothing new
Many who do pen doggerel claim the title of poet
And proclaim themselves worthy of literary note
And though self promotion is the in thing in the World of today
Self praise is no praise as the wise one does say
That there are good poets and bad poets happen to be true
And success always seems to come to where it is due
I must seem old fashioned for to have a liking for rhyme
When the literary critics dismiss it as of another time
In the twenty first century the poets who write blank verse know of wealth and fame
But how boring we would be if we all thought in the same way and in all ways were same
Variety is the spice of life would you not agree?
At least anyhow that's how it seems to me.