I remember discussing poetry with a soldier friend in a bar in Germany when we were probably aged 20. We wouldn’t have been drunk because we could not afford more than a couple of small beers but it was good to get out of the barracks and live a little.
I had recited a poem I’d recently written and he stated that he had never tried to write any poetry, and doubted if he had a poetic bone in his body. He probably did not put it quite so eloquently! However, I responded, saying that we were all poets, whereupon I encouraged him to come up with a verse.
After a bit of thought he produced:
Now, if that isn’t poetry I don’t know what is!