The poetry grind

I've been on this grind for quite a while
And you know what? It still makes me smile

You'd think after so many words and lines
I'd be sick of the thought of repeated rhymes

Yet, I'm pleased to say, for what it's worth
I'm still finding new poems to which to give birth

I'm still finding out new things about my self
Still working hard on that eternal wealth

I wont pretend it's easy, that the lines always flow
Or that every week tells me something I don't know

Sometimes it's hard, and I'm not that proud
But it's worth it for the poems I want to shout loud

So here's to another year of poems I'll find
Here's to (at least) one more year on the poetry grind.