Life’s a first draft; it’s a work in progress.
Just hone your craft, and work the logic.
If the audience laughed, pretend it’s comic.
If it jerks a tear, then let it jerk it
because half the battle is to network it.
Just cross your Ts and dot your Is,
and maybe you’ll win a Pulitzer prize.
If you leave it unfinished, it’s pie in the sky;
a pipe dream washed down and left to die,
last shred of hope done said goodbye,
tossed away trash, it bakes and dries
until your failures well up in your eyes,
and the pipe works burst and to your surprise
one teardrop’s fall inspiration revives
because even life’s failures can change the tides.

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