A VERY YOUNG POET

Just met a little girl who’s nine.
I’ve read her poems.  I think they’re fine.
I didn’t write as well at twenty
nor did I ever write as many
We might become electronic friends.
On e-mails’s magic we’ll depend.
I’ll ask her  if she’ll write to me.
I’ll just have to wait and see.
I’m nine times older, plus one year
and I’m sure I’m not as dear.