Not your concern,
Financial is in layers,
I satisfy my Marslow Need,
My end result’s mine,
When I say Im a published author and poet I get,
Only on WordPress?
No I say global!
The work I put in weekly is like my carbon footprint,
My end reflects my mean.
I was fritizied yesterday by a child.
Told my voice is no good to read out loud,
I told him grab a book you read outloud to you.
I usually say its not what I do,
I read books from our peers to be a better writer,
I hope to peek others desires to write or read profusely,
Thats why I’m here,
One day someone might say,
-I’d like to finance your project,
Then I will smile for three years,
It will be like Anjolena whatever winked at me or I finally could buy my mountain retreat in North Carolina or family lake in Wisconsin.
At sixty three my wealth is not what you believe I have,
My.wealth of the joy I get by my work being shared , stared, lijed is like being poked by other friends on FaceBook,
Its not fun you telling me its too expensive to have a dog,
I miss family more then I care to live,
My little Sophie hears me where ever she is and comes when I cry,
No one else comes.
My best work writen when I cry,
After she told me I was to poor for a dog,
I was told there are more fish in the sea,
If I ketch one it will be ate,
Done with the fairer sex.
Done with seeking someone to care about the writer, poet,artist,