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I would be dead

When I am dead and thankfully gone

          Maybe some will see what I have done

For I cannot be what others see

          Or consider what I ought to be

And all the doubts, toil, worry and fear

          Do not diminish what I hold dear

I would never claim to aim for fame

          Not worth a toss within the game

No! From one’s peers I would choose to hear

           To nurture odd creative ideas

Hacking to publisher or dealer

          Binds one to business year after year

Carrying no true significance

          To any real artistic practice

Mutual appraisal one will accept

          All else it’s by far best to reject

Of course I cope and will always hope

          But not in mendacious business grope

Yes! To reach colleagues (of any age)

          And there find true mutual lineage.

© R M Meyer

Devon, 2019

January, completed May