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
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Laurie Avatar
May 26, 2020 at 8:52 PM
G'day Gershon … depending on your topic, don't expect to write a novel overnight. If you do, I hope it matches your poetry - thanks Gershon - Lindsay
Wolf Avatar
May 26, 2020 at 10:20 PM
OK. I'll take your advice, professor. I'll give my novel a whole day and night to write itself... Heh, heh. It'll be a 'novelette.' :) gw
Cunningham Avatar
May 24, 2020 at 8:34 PM
There's a book inside us all, it's just getting the damn thing down on paper. Tom
Wolf Avatar
May 26, 2020 at 10:18 PM
You know, there is a book inside all of us, Tom. You're right. Mine does not happen to be 'The Great American Novel,' however. lol. Thanks, gw
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