The Poem I Can't Write (And a Poet)

There is a poem that appears in broken stanzas,
that won't complete itself,
the one that one moment I feel I have...
then the next then is gone
on the breeze it drifts with my train of thought
dragged from me by a distraction, life or something
takes it from my finger tips
to a place I'll never find it
so I can't ever complete it,
it is then doomed to be caught twix my mind and the tips of my fingers
and I so am doomed to remain that poet somewhere between greatness and no-one...
between someone who writes poetry,
and a poet!