Am I Still A Poet?

A Question I Often Ponder.

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I write often,
when the muse comes to me,
like an old friend for a sip of tea,
together we sit, and relax,
we talk about what there is to life,
ponder over the nature of things,
she often smiles at me,
when I ask her,
am I still a poet?