Breadcrumbs

Breadcrumbs 

When we were children, we used to go to the park
that had a small like and feed the duck. A trivial pursuit
a the park was for the benefit of the people
and the local authorities paid for its upkeep.
This couldn`t go on everything has to have a purpose, 
so it was bought by a private firm fenced in and a gate
it cost to feed the ducks. 
I should know writing poetry which is trivial and few 
publishers take me on, then my risk of losing money.
As few poets make money and have few readers
yet poetry is the few places left where one can express
thoughts not accepted elsewhere.
Success is judged by “best seller books”, they might be crap
but reflects the time we live in.
As for the ducks, they have mostly flown away to find
a less obnoxious place to get their breadcrumbs.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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August 31, 2018 at 10:26 AM
I am a fan of your writing, Jan, this piece in particular. I appreciate your 'Poet's Eye' as I may have told you so in the past. I think a poem needs more to be written than read, but hey, who doesn't appreciate being appreciated? ;) (2nd line lake instead of like?) I wish you well dear poet. Mo
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