I was a poet but didn't know it!!! My recent attendance of a lovely poetry reminded me of several poems I wrote in my torment youth (actually, I wasn't that young...)

I was organizing the stuff in my closet (again) and I finally decided to get sort out my old computer disks. I could not figure out how to open my old .WPD files but finally figured out that maybe that stood for "Word Perfect." Anyway, with the magic of Microsoft, I was able to able to open my old files.

The first document I opened was a "poem" was entitled "Arthur." This one I wrote when my beloved rat was dying many years ago. What the hell it means is anyone's guess... Thankfully, I never took up the genre again...

Arthur

There is no greater friend
than the one you invent
to keep yourself from who.