Instinctive Distinction

This is the right time for poetry This is a young man with a pen This is the outskirt of fellony It is a world of trend This isn't what you earned This isn't what you pend This isn't what you learned it is a blend More like the raining days Under the pillars More like the spectacles In the cinemas When the winds blow North And the South steared When the the East pretend Can the wise tell? If you missed my birthday You can guess my age But if you missed my poetry You are not my friend