Treasure Island

Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


This Is Payment Price This Poet Pays


My friend is a salary man luckily gainfully employed
five days a week for eight hours a day he earns his pay.
I also for decades worked my days for weekly monthly pay.
I studied hard put in extra time to fully earn my worker pay,
years sped by I worked and worked to earn hard earned pay,
now for a time a time and a half I do not work this way.

I write I write each day by day or through long night.
I work far harder than I did employed in salary fight.
I live on savings hard earned to earn a right to write.
I charge not chance reader read or read not just as you like.
I work I sacrifice to give gift of love as free as stars above.
I give in time in thought in words in wisdom I give in love.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Sunday, March 06, 2011
Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011

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