Amother Saturday Night, Alone
Sitting here in my room listening to Ella Fitzgerald (on what would have been her 98th birthday)
Not so bad to be alone
Health worries
trouble me
but I have a pen and paper (thank God)
Continuing to persist with my literary efforts
I am haunted by the shadows
of past masters of verse
I have plenty of them on tape
Do you not feel the same way fellow poets?
We have chosen the path of the poet's art
Of course your poems may fetch a lot of loot after you are gone
Not much of a comforting thought
Our city is known for eating people alive
But by applying yourself to your art
You will achieve
what you want to
WHAT YOU MUST ACHIEVE
DAMN THE NAY - SAYERS
LET THE POEMS COME FORTH!
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2016
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