Obviously, I Blame My Father Poem by Lea Simpson
Obviously, I Blame My Father
When I was choosing a path in life
My father gave me a piece of advice
“Here’s what I want you to do for me
Think of something you’ll do for free
Whatever it is, make sure you love it
Then try to earn some money from it”
And I thought it would be terribly exciting
To continue with my beloved writing
Novels, plays I’d give it all a bash
But that didn't seem to earn me cash
It was then that its lair became enticing
And I began my career in advertising
Today my daily rate is splendid
And it’s been many years since my writing ended
Turning your passion into bread and butter?
My father’s a complete and utter nutter
in the end the very end say at 70, or so there is no choice passion must be met head on and the True Self given up to it a fine poem
The word-of-mouth advertising here should start getting you some well-deserved attention (unless you'd rather write a computer program to give yourself 200 perfect 10's on a poem so you can make the Top 500 list on the Home Page (I've seen it done) . -chuck
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 2:34:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice piece that takes the reader cartwheeling along with your tumbleweed thoughts. I get it (I who have been trying to finally become a *career* author after AS WELL as doing it for love!) .