Posted in Simply Poetry
“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.”
—Philip Roth
Who am I?
They call me odd
They call me weird
I say: “off you sod”
I still won’t stop!
Writing, writing, writing
Hard at least trying
Fighting, fighting, fighting
My daily life be damned!
I may be odd
I may be weird
Maybe some day
I will get my pay
For dreaming the impossible
Is it really that unusual?
There may be some obstacles
But in the end, there may be applause
And then
I can call myself
The Writer











