i gave up too soon

3 Aug

I was making it

My dream

was working

I had mojo then

wanting to live from poems

that came endlessly

I bet my early years on writing

Saw many reading and buying

the books in bookstores, card shops

and college stores

Letters arrived almost daily

sharing poems and including photos

Ten books in stores

and more waiting to publish

then sales slowed

Reality knocked

for rent, gasoline

car repairs

and food

When I began my dream

life was easy

and affordable

I was to surviving

Then someone changed the

life’s price tag . . .

I had to work

and  put my dreams on hold

Recently I opened

forgotten boxes of poems

in my attic

For days I look at the sky

and clouds like I used to

wondering

can I become excited again

I didn’t see my dreams

in the sky anymore

 

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