Struggle

Struggle if I must. I think my work is turning to dust

No matter how I try the words often seem a little

wry. They are so hard to rhyme, and I doubt

I’ll ever make a dime. But carry on I must or my

mind could turn to dust and my work would

suffer even more. But I could always give it up

and find something else to do, like going out

and finding a new shoe!