In The Last Rank

I wish I could write pages
lo! get stuck in the middle
not right to say in the middle
i more so while I start.

I blink and search
my hand types
while the mind gropes
nothing more I could do,

Curious, I read what
I typed, It is a draft
speaks out some sense
with words matching.

A moment to be happy
as I can also write
not like the great poets
be one among them. my name
in the last few ranks.