Being So Prolific Is a Feat
Winnowed was the produce of my heart
And fortune favoured me upon that day.
For what remained was worthy of respect
And helped me rise above the fumes and fray.
The consciousness of good was well received
My soul and heart were like soaked bread in wine.
Although I did not doubt the creative word
To gain this mark of honour made it mine.
As being so prolific is a feat,
And work well done is cherished and admired
Then I shall rest and let my mind roam free
Replenishing again my inner fires.
The labourer is worthy of his hire.
The words will come to those who that desire.
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