I’m just an ordinary guy.
I do not court publicity.
I avoid the public’s eye.
I prefer anonymity
to being a celebrity.
I’ll never be a household name
Basking in great public acclaim
I watch the passing years go by
Observing others quietly
I see no reason I should try
To make the wide world notice me.
I would prefer that they did not
I am quite happy with my lot.
I’ve heard it said that pigs might fly
There is a possibility.
My work may catch somebody’s eye
Who is prepared to publish me.
Some one who likes my poetry.
I’d like to see my works in print.
Perhaps someone will take the hint.