The Itinerant Amanuensis
(Person Taking Dictation Part Time)
Compile the hours you have spent
pondering verse and rhyme,
your sole reward harsh discontent;
Perhaps it's all a waste of time.
With rhyme a muse should fill the soul;
Isn’t that the learned consensus?
Instead I’m forced to play the role
of itinerant amanuensis.
He called one day to say goodbye—
off to foreign destinations.
What illness made me hire a guy,
addicted to prolonged vacations?
So here I sit with vacant stare—
idle digits, silent keys.
Might you offer silent prayer,
they’ll find a cure for this disease.
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2016
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