There is no money in poetry

There is no money in poetry

The foundations have been laid, now the money needs to be made.

I want to become a full time poet; how do I make this pay?

Is there anybody out there willing to offer a helping hand?

If poems were worthy £1, I would have made a grand.

What is poetry worth? 

I know the value of words;

But what hope is there for a future,

When poetry is all free, just like music?

We live in a changing world.

Still seeking a publisher;

Still seeking inspiration.

Still seeking enlightenment;

Still in need of a vacation.

I write at least one poem a day; now I’m on book twenty two.

I like that Twenty One Pilots song they are playing;

I wish I could know what you think.  What will it take to prove,

That people like my poetry and the words that I use?

No other job will ever inspire me, I have a vocation;

This is my truth.  This is what I do.

Please send a sign, or a contract to sign;

It’s a sign of the times, that there is no money in rhymes.

I’m not asking for much money; just enough to live comfortably.

I dream of having my books published; no I’m not being funny.

I’m deadly serious; this is what I need, what I want.

I want to be a poet; I will do whatever I must.

My life is too short on this Earth to be lying, in the sun;

I must write, I must yearn; I must believe and I must trust.

One thousand poems written; some good, some bad.

But the majority are welcomed with open hands.  I gave it all I had.

I am still a novice; I am always honest.

I am getting better with age; even if this poem doesn’t show it.

This is truth, this is real; now let it pay for my meals.

I am humble before all poets; if you ask I will kneel.

I will beg you to just take a look at my works;

Do not judge me by just one poem.  That is all I ask;

Surely this I deserve.

No poet can always be perfect;

My style may be different to theirs,

But we are all worthy of your notice…

Let us know that you care.

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