Gary Kraidman Poet Rhyme

The Plight To Write

To those who tried
Before they died
With little rope
And no more hope
They just sat down
To Write their last
For no one cared
About their past
No agent could they ever get
Left out from all the well known set
No contests did they ever win
Their query letters
Tossed in some bin
For all live well
Should they get fame
Without it
Just reduced to shame
And one day when they're all alone
And no one calls them on the phone
Gone then is  all their strength to bend
The writer's reached his bitter end.

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Cona Adams March 3, 2015 at 9:51 AM There is no end to writing. If you have it in you, put it to print. A member of our local writers' group published her first novel last year. She is 93. She sold 36 books at her first book signing. Remember, the trick is to never give up.