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
