Sunday, August 2, 2015

Still You Write


Dishes in the sink

Still you write

Clothes not washed

Not folded

Still you write

Trash needs to be taken to the curb

Still you write

Grass needs to be mowed

Still you write

Bills not paid

Still you write

Unemployed

Still you write

Employed

But, lessened as a human by your belittling boss 

Still you write

Funerals

Birthdays

Holidays

Arguments

Still you write

Hungry

Full

Hot

Cold

Still you write

Eviction

With nowhere to go

Still you write

Living in a low rent motel

Still you write

Hangovers

Sickness

Abandonment by family and friends

Still you write

When the lies and promises are presented to you

Day after day with a smile

Still you write

Depression

Betrayal

Joy

Celebration

Still you write

For, your dreams

Don’t stop being dreams

Because of circumstances

And writers don’t stop

Until the end is upon them

So, still you write

2 comments:

  1. I can see you admire Bukowski and Sexton big time. I also try to live by their immortal words. Excellent poem :-)

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  2. Thank you!!! Yes, I love them both!!!

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