Perhaps the day will come, and bringing with it
Fulfillment of at least one dream of mine;
Renewed will be my dormant faith in hoping
As substance for my daydreams I may find.
But until such a day arrives I'll wonder
If I should simply face reality:
That what I write has no commercial value;
That no one PAYS to read the likes of me!
On days of feeling just the sting of failure,
I fold the paper, put away the pen;
Then thoughts appear that seem unique, though random,
Old yearnings bid me take them up again.
Perhaps the day will come and bringing with it
New writing skills for which my mind may boast;
I'll leave behind this void of endless wishing,
Omitting from my life, the word..."ALMOST"!
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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