Revised 7/19/10
Closet Poet
Turns out I'm a closet poet,
At first I didn't even know it,
But alone in my room,
In the dead of night,
With an emotion or two,
I begin to write.
My hidden talents,
Dirty secret,
I must hide it away,
So no one will see it.
A person like me,
Vulcan upbringing,
This must be my Mother's side,
For what you are reading,
Is said from the heart,
Hopefully for the best,
That I,
Spock,
Am a closet poet.
Though few know it.