I had a strong suspicion I’d succeed.
I knew I’d be discovered by the time
I hit my 50s. I thought all I’d need
to do is make great prose and better rhyme.
But I forgot to publicize my stuff.
I didn’t network and I didn’t post
until a decade later – not enough
and packaged plain, my work’s a pale almost.
Now I’m this old and undiscovered still.
But I’m arranging time and planning more.
I’ll find some fellows and I’ll daily drill
the craft, so I’ll improve and maybe score
a dozen likes, six follows, and a name
that signifies a modicum of fame.