Treasure Island

Gillian Commerford


Don't be A Poet


I told my mother:
'I want to be a poet'.
She said: 'There's no money in it'.
I never was much interested
in making money.
Impractically
I knew the need to feed my soul.
I knew that money could keep me fed and clothed
but poetry would make me whole.

Submitted: Saturday, November 17, 2012

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  • Lyn Paul (11/17/2012 11:54:00 PM)

    This is beautiful Gillian, being whole is much more important. would love to know what Mum would say now. Though I could do with a win in the lotto. Thank you (Report) Reply

  • Caroline Bulleck (11/17/2012 10:40:00 AM)

    I like this poem. It's well written, flows and I like the message too: It's better to fulfill your dreams and be happy than to have all the money and be empty. A very good write. (Report) Reply

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