Poor Poet A Poem by me

Many a poetWrites a poemMany a loverWrites a sonnetMany a childWrites the alapahabetBut who do the starsWrite to at night?Who do the planetsSing their sonnets toThe universe becauseThis is all they knowLike a childSo calm and innocentEvery adventure bringsSome new experienceTo a life less ordinrarySo as the walk goes onWho do I write for?No one but myselfFor myself is allI know the truth fromFor only I know meAnd this allMakes me the poor poet.