SELLING MY MUSINGS

I put my pen to paper

Thinking how lucky I am

I am not confined in my musings

By the whims of some editor

No one is paying me

I haven’t received any advance checks

Thereby putting pressure on me,

To meet some deadline

And in doing so

Clamping my creativity

I doubt I could handle it

Other people’s expectations

Would nullify my own

So I am a free spirit

Under no pressure

I do not have to compromise

And am at liberty

To work or write, if you prefer

At a pace that works for me

I can strum out my thoughts

One at a time or several in a row

I cannot serve two masters

So I choose to serve myself

And let my thoughts flow

For better if perceived right

Or for worse if not

What can it matter?

I have no books to sell

Stanski

December 15, 2020 ^