Another letter, another piece of paper to decorate my wall,
A slip again telling me 'can't use it at this time'.
Is it that bad, have you even browsed it at all?
Oh well, what different does it make, it's just an
inconvenience writers must take.
They say the great writers, ones that are now rich
Took years and years before they finally got a catch.
Even they couldn't pull it off without a hitch.
It's not easy, it's an unbelievable feat
Many I know have marvelous talent
Yet even they can't make ends meet.
Before this became a semi-profession,
I wrote only for me. I wrote for fun, and to
vent feelings out. Perhaps that's the way
it should be.
No, I'm no published author, may never be.
So for now; no more writing to please another.
But give me some time, and surprised you'll be….
when you see my name proudly shining on a cover!
Mary E. Lacey
2012
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Sounds like you've got the right attitude with this poem of the problem.
Ron
To hold your first book signing will be excellent. Hugs
Lady Mary Ann
hug
Kathy