Writer's Woe
—Julia Fenstermacher
If I were to write a song
Should I make it short or long?
Too many words I lose my hearers
Too few and trite, my heart’s less clear.
Should I write for them or me?
Which one stamps my pedigree?
If I sing for money, I should sing happy
But we know those songs can turn out sappy.
I know! I’ll sing a song of love
Of broken hearts and swirling doves.
Of dedications, mooning, swooning,
Lovers’ words in twilight crooning.
High then low, I’ll swing my tone,
Keep them wondering where we’re going.
But wait,
I'm feeling,
I must write
Heedless of the market fight,
Or she, the muse,
will fade
like wax.
Because I wrote on
on money’s backs.
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