Appreciaring yourself, when others turn aaway with scorn.
Each day, you must love you as the sun doth the morn!
Feed your body, and nourish your dreams.
Pay no mind to those who give you no heed.
They are as cutting shards of glass!
And people who do not understand class.
They might consider your poetry, to theirs, quite inferior!
That's because their poets' hearts exist intheir posteriors.
Remember to laugh at the gods on poetic unicorns!
Hugging non-existent Muses in falsely lighted uniforms.
This is a magnificent place, where you can indeed pen freely.
It's not the Roman Coliseum; the true poets honor you here, dearly.
Many will avoid your work like bubonic plague.
They may have the virus, it's all the rage.
Love those who appreciate you, avoid the rest.
Who are "they? "- the poets who dream they are the best.
So, now! Please do write this very day.
Making believe you are scented blossoms on the first day of May.
10/24/2020
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Smile! ! ! ! ! Remember to laugh! Love yourself and, Face the truth! ! ! Wisdom is the key. ๐ค๐ Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Edward, can do that. Thank you. I live in the real world..lol. Some good, some can be made better. Won't lick the boots of technology. Panagiota