Content For The Moment
A friend, his work refused
A hundred times, wrote me a letter.
“It’s all right”, he said.
“It couldn’t, no, would not be better
If they read and praised…
My concepts heaven sent,
I am content for this and every moment.”
He knows his stuff,
Can’t snuff the muse that overviews his mind.
He’s found his style, and their rejection’s
Only served to send him into new directions.
“Why should I moan?
I’m not alone. I’ve got my fans.
In fact, I’ve got some devotees.
Life is a breeze,
I needn’t compromise
And I’m content to please the few."
We should all
Self-admitted monads -
Entities that know and go our way
Calm and sweet,
Un-naïve and active.