This is the story of my attempt to progress in my financial living, but also a reflection on things that shape my life and some of my thoughts. Join me as I deal with the ups and downs of life.
Friday, August 3, 2007
Potential not realized
"I write for me, and not for you."
If that were true, then why do I care what other poets do?
Why do I compare and stare at words that will never be mine?
Why do I feel unsastified wth my work time after time?
Is it ok to measure my efforts by the acheivements of others,
when their work ignites the soul of true poetry lovers?
Can I not be more subtle with my words, and not write so bold?
Will I ever aquire this skill before it is too late and I too old?
Questions that I may never have answers for;
then I resolve to ask them no more.