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
I can see you admire Bukowski and Sexton big time. I also try to live by their immortal words. Excellent poem :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you!!! Yes, I love them both!!!
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