Number One

Reluctant Martin thought he might

Compete in prose it just felt right

His poetry and writes concealed

Vulnerability revealed

His bold move of the century

He sent his poetry entry

The prize for winner number one

Was lots of money to be won

Unbeknownst to Martin was 

The judges arguments because

Entries of one thousand ten

Only one poem would win

Deliberating like a jury

Judges reading in a hurry

Martin doubts himself a winner

Knowing he was a beginner

Martin lost the competition

He thought his writing was his mission

He never knew the judges' sum

How close he was to number one

KEEP WRITING!