Sipping a cup of tea in the evening,
Enjoying my own company with me.
Too many shows and drama,
Yet too little time to see.
Taking a bite of the freshly cooked meal,
Glorifying my chef skills.
Watching them past by,
As I enjoy the chills.
Then I look at my poems,
And laugh happily at my pieces of art.
Each verse tells a different story,
But enough to catch your heart.
I keep admiring my creativity,
Knowing I am one of a kind.
They can criticise me all they want,
But I don't have time to mind.