I'm not a poet. I've never been a poet. But I did write this.
The hardest question
For the love that he left behind,
Saddle-sore but safe,
A tonic rather than a torment.
He tried to be worthy
But they'd got the cake.
Please read it carefully; try to find the meaning, if any.
Actually, I found it while looking out some notes for adult creative writing classes, and I'd forgotten all about it, but I rather like it (especially the poignant last line). I constructed it by taking random lines from newspapers.
But I don't suppose I fooled anyone.