Crazy

61

Drew Wohlford

Tomorrow I turn sixty-one

On my birthday eve, I reach my peak

Though some may frown and give a moan

I’m not giving up, I’m ready to reap

What the future holds and the joys ahead

It’s time to have fun, no more dread

Many say getting old is so bad

But I’m ready to look ahead

My life’s not over, just getting started

My heart can’t be broken, it’s guarded

The wisdom I’ve gained, I’m sure to use

This birthday, I’m ready to break loose

My age is increasing, but not my fear

I’m ready to take on whatever’s near

The future’s uncertain, but I’m ready to see

What awaits me at sixty-one, sixty-two, and sixty-three!

In the realm of words, where dreams take flight,

A writer's passion burns, with creative might.

Yet self-publishing, a path less adorned,

Where lack of money leaves hearts forlorn.

With ink-stained fingers and a poet's soul,

They craft their tales, each chapter a goal.

But financial realms, they can't always sway,

As dreams and reality dance in disarray.

The publishing world, a gatekeeper's domain,

Where fortunes favor the wealthy, it's plain.

But the self-publisher, a brave, resilient soul,

Dares to share their stories, to take control.

With humble means and boundless determination,

They forge ahead, defying limitation.

Through digital platforms and printed tomes,

Their words find wings, reaching countless homes.

No lavish advances or marketing campaigns,

Yet their stories resonate, like gentle refrains.

For in the realm of self-publishing's plight,

Creativity shines, in the darkest of night.

The power lies within, where dreams unfold,

Where stories are shared, and hearts are consoled.

Though money may falter, the spirit remains,

A writer's passion, forever sustains.

So let us celebrate these unsung heroes,

Whose resilience and artistry forever flows.

For in the face of financial strife,