When I hear men
Building a wall
I recall Robert Frost.
But the cost
Of this perimeter wall
Falls to me
And I must say
That all my poetry
Will not pay
For walls.
Therefore I am glad
That I have
Some time
For more than rhyme!
When I hear men
Building a wall
I recall Robert Frost.
But the cost
Of this perimeter wall
Falls to me
And I must say
That all my poetry
Will not pay
For walls.
Therefore I am glad
That I have
Some time
For more than rhyme!
Great decision, Kevin! Best wishes, Michael
Thank you for commenting, Michael
You’re right, Kevin. Poetry won’t build that wall, nor pay for it.
Indeed it will not, Vivienne. Very few poets make a living from their work.