Jerry Behr Number 2
Dear Poet I’m writing this letter because I’ve come across some
problems which I suppose is common with all poets.
I love writing poetry and exercising my poetic mind, however, I
do have a missus and family in my life.
On some occasions there is conflict leading to strife.
Poetry by itself does not lead to millions of dollars.
Nor does it gain fame, the poet can’t get published.
For me I’m on line for free, not a dollar is exchanged.
Family members half heartedly understand the poet’s mind.
Family members live in a conventional grind.
They think what ever they are doing, that it is by far more
practical for general usage in life then poetry which they regard
as a waste of time because poets don’t earn millions.
They will look and try to turn the poet into an Aunty Myrtle
so Aunty Myrtle can do household chores and turn turtle.
Giving short thrift to the poet and his state of mind there will be
no empathy given. Expecting Aunty Myrtle (roll reversal) to
drive them around in his car even though he hates carting
them around. Sort of cutting his flight feathers so he can’t fly
around any more in the sky.
So Mr Poet whatever you do, you must hold on to your flight
feathers so that you can soar into the sky.
Don’t be trapped on the ground doing household chores
or carting people everywhere.
Without flight feathers you’re going nowhere.
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