Gary Kraidman Poet Rhyme

The Agent

So don't be sad for books not sold
Agents can be scarce or cold
Just say you hit the keys and tried
No need to feel a loss of pride
Success may not have come your way
Yet writing washed most cares away
With older friends you couldn't stay
You watched boiled brains just fade away
With writing you could stay alive
You had a goal 
Was fun to strive
Of course don't laugh at making money
Lots of cash
Buys lots of honey
Be nice to agents
Don't say they suck
They also need a lot of luck
They have to screen
To make a buck

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Vicky Tsiluma August 19, 2013 at 3:06 AM Hi Gary, I must say you managed to capture my interest right from the title. It's easy to forget that an agent is also working hard when you want to see results. Your poem reminds us of their humanness. Very well penned.