The slow drip of publishing poetry,
And the endless wait for recognition,
Is so draining; almost soul destroying.
Better to be satisfied with pursuing
One's own goals. For it is a most lonely,
Time consuming vocation. Yet I'm convinced
That it's possible to achieve one's dreams,
Moment by moment, and day by day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's the way it is sometimes, just hang in there Dominic and play the waiting game. For things happen when you least expect them. Ever thought of self-publishing? There's many afoot on Amazon. How much I don't know. 10++ and the best of British and Welsh to your good self. Keep chipping away and take care.