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.
Copyright © Gary Kraidman | Year Posted 2014
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