No Money In Poetry Poem by Hebert Logerie
No Money In Poetry
Honey
There is no money
In Poetry
Only happiness
And a little success.
Honey
Let me sleep
Let me reap
The benefits
Of my defeats.
Honey
Love cannot be purchased
Success cannot be chased
Like a mother running after a child
Set me free, let my mind go wild.
Honey
Freedom cannot be brought
That’s what I was taught
My spirit cannot be shackled
That’s what I was told.
Honey
There is no money
In Poetry.
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5/3/2024 9:19:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hahahaa, your poem is fascinatingly funny. I laughed out! Poetry is love, a desire, passion, hobby and old people's delight; not really a profession for the many; maybe part time. I love your poem. God bless you for making me laugh