The Quest To Write
The quest to write 'The Great American Novel' gave me no rest
Put manly hair on, braggadocio into, my youthful chest
Would I ever dream up a plot to span over 300 years
Could I do it even after downing a case of beer
Ah, but my college days came to their inevitable end
No more could I sit under a maple tree and pretend...
Now, after 46 years of nothing but work, work, work, work
Again I pursue the Holy Grail, my mission not to shirk
Though now that my attention, my focus, has dwindled
I'm content to pen short poems that kindle
A smile or a chuckle from a kindred heart
If I can do that, I'll have made a worthy start
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2020
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