Sevenling: Being Born a Poet
Being born a poet gives you purpose in all situations.
It needs so little equipment you can do it anywhere,
can give a poem away and keep it at the same time.
On the other hand, you won’t get rich in worldly ways,
most folk would rather watch football than read you,
and your lovers will demand odes – or worse, won’t.
Such luck, being born a poet! And such a sorry fate.
The Poetic Asides April prompt #13 is to write a lucky and/or unlucky poem.
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