I don't get it

“What’s the point?” she asked.
The words don’t even rhyme anymore.
It’s just a few sentences broken in
odd places.
I don’t get poetry.

“The point”, I said
is that I feel something when I write it -
and I write, in the hope that you feel something too.
You don’t have to feel the same thing -
you just have to feel something.

And when you do feel something,
again, and again, and again,
then that’s a life well lived,

isn’t it?