Everyone is a poet

One may not write

One may not paint

One may not create

Sculptures from sand

Yet they do walk

Or talk and laugh

Do their share

Of worldly tasks

In tune with life

And world around

Rhyming with their

Inner sound

A dash of flair

Flash of style

In mundane they do

Breathe in life

Finding meaning

Where there is none

Filling the gaps

With beautiful thoughts