LIFE OF A POET
Another poem to finish, another deadline just missed;
Another ashtray to empty, another night spent pissed.
Another piece of paper comes to life, just as another pen runs dry;
Another letter is sent up to heaven, leaving another angel to cry.
Another competition to enter, another email to read;
Another computer crashes, as I sit waiting for this pen to bleed.
Another dream to chase, another night working late;
Another book closes, taking me that step closer to my fate.
Another rejection letter from a publisher, apparently it’s the wrong time of the year;
Yet another pen begins to fade away, as I try to squeeze out its very last ink filled tear.
Another hour passes, just as another piece of recycled rainforest flies into the bin;
Another hater tries to bring me down, making me second guess myself,
“Am I really destined to win”.
Another lifetime we do not have,
So we can’t afford to blow it;
Another poem has just been written,
It’s all about the day in the life as a poet.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012