Here is a poem I wrote as a result of a wager. My wife (then girlfriend) was writing a poem and having a hard time finishing it. So I boasted that I could write a decent poem much quicker. Here is what I came up with.
The Tie
Journey, birth, fullness hope
Life from love, a child is born
Hardened features, eyes – forlorn
Observe a life doomed to rope.A tie around the neck, simple it seems
silk, plaid, large, small,
striped, polyester, string or tall;
constrict freedom and small boy’s dreams.Dreams of life, happiness, hope.
Worn to church and school, the lad
is forced to wear societies fad.
From such bond, yearns he to elope.Life ongoing, unyielding, unstopped.
Patience forced, money made. The tie
remains. Evil, necessary, it makes him cry
A key for money and power, his life is cropped.His smile lessens, his eyesight goes.
The tie remains, a habit worn loose
seems more to him – A hangman’s noose;
holding his dreams in cloudy billows.Up a chimney, the threads of smoke ran,
smoke from ashes, a life un-lived…
Appeals to a child from smoke contrived
Whispering pleads, “Never abide, the constraint of man.”
Yeah I had a few lines I liked but on the whole all I gained was an appreciation for poets, it’s harder than it looks. 
