Reading poems I have written

Reading words

I had written days ago

I realise there is much to be surprised by.

For I am not the same man,

And those may not be the same words

I would use were I to write now.

Reading poems I have written

Is how at times I pass

(Or waste?) my time.

"What pride, what arrogance must you

Harbour in your heart, to act thus!"

I hear imaginary critics disapprove.

I wonder what my own Creator

Thinks of me

As I set about trying to create

Just like Him my Father -

Perhaps trying to imitate my Father.

He created all from nothing

And I attempt to create something from what He created.

I look at Tolkien who inspired

This thought of sub-creation within me

And I go on writing, go on reading.

Reading poems I have written

(And editing them for better or worse)

Is how at times I pass my time.