Cheer the Year

Hurrah let's cheer For nothing new But one more year Nothing now To really fear Once alive and really bold Now another guy turned old Days flying by No need to cry Too late now To even try Can't do much more Still have to write Don't close this store May get it right Can't have the bucks Can't have the glory Just really have to sell my story No shortage of creative folks With unsold "stuff" All force their jokes Many a creative mind Yet all alone They're left behind So what's the purpose of my tale Without some help Another "masterpiece" Goes stale