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It's Rewarding Yet So Unforgiving
If you write poetry seeking fortune and fame
Impossible is the term I would use,
Very rarely do you receive such acclaim,
The odds are it's a battle you'll lose.
Yes there'll be people, who'll print what you write,
But usually they want money up front,
For demands for more you'll get no respite,
It's purely a money making stunt.
The chosen few who make loads of money,
Who picks them, who says they're the best,
It is quite sarcastically funny,
But some are crap when put to the test.
Poems are like songs or even books,
You could write a million or more,
It all depends on just who looks,
Whether you're printed or dumped in a store.
If you enjoy your literary jewels,
Be happy with what you achieve,
At times it's your critics, who'll behave like fools,
In yourself you have got to believe.
Treasure what you do it's a talent supreme,
But don't count on ever making a living,
Like all of us concerned with the arts it's a dream,
‘' It's Rewarding Yet So Unforgiving ‘'
poem
by
Bri Mar
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