A writer's life is lonely
with always much to say
and just few readers that really buy
the things my bills will pay.
Living just to spend some time
with words upon a page
Expressing joy and laughter
and even hate and rage.
It's a hard life from the get-go
with no money in the bank;
a burning desire to build a book
before your boat has sank
So I hold my hand real steady
and hope to find THE line
that an editor might just read someday
and look inside my mind.
Journey to the far-east
then gaze back toward the west
take a turn around our world
and write about all the rest.
written Monday, Jan 22, 2004
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