Success? Poem by Robert Melliard

You may at last be getting somewhere.

You've found a decent teaching job
after decades of near-slavery.

Your poems are coming out like churros
and seem to convince people
(well, some at least) .

Your would-be novel is almost right:
friends who've read it like it.

Your photos, taken with a mobile phone,
are now getting positive noises.

Your children have much better jobs than yours
though that's THEIR success of course.

You've even just become a grandpa
and hope to be of use that way.

Your marriage looks as if
it might have just survived -
at least your love has.

All in all, the years of fruitlessness
are over, though the nerve-grinding overuse
of 'you' and 'your' in this odd poem
suggests there's plenty left to learn...