An old poet

Aa Harvey

An old poet

 

 

I want to write a book, and write poetry books,

But I can't even get the people to take a look.

Nevertheless the comments that feed my soul,

Feed my ego and my appreciation is never so, so.

 

 

Sick of growing old when all I want to do is die.

Time to give up on giving up and give it a try.

Will I write a master piece, before I cease,

Or just throw away the piece I tried to write before I decease?

 

 

It’s life or death or death or writ.

If it ain’t in me, then I’ll find a lift.

A way to raise my dead corpse once more,

To write a book, or die a bore.

 

 

(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

 

  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2023 08:28
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments2

  • danieloptera

    I like your writing it rimes, I find that hard to do.

    • Aa Harvey

      It's easy to do, just keep writing and writing and it will come. I've written about 1800 poems and there are a lot of bad poems / rhymes, but I still keep going.

      • danieloptera

        Thank u.

      • jarcher54

        You got me to take a look... and comment! LOL were you begging? Thanks for sharing this somewhat ominous piece and the feelings every poet shares!



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