Editor Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Editor
Editor
Poets write games of words
but not I; sure I don't
I enjoy a research
love ladders
barriers.
Among them
editors.
Time, money and school
full of hopes and dream:
"Admired I shall be."
But will they?
One turned to accountant
another works in shop.
The degrees are crops and the seeds
not many fall in land of fertile
most go out, end on rocks
same is said in Bible.
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