Whatever it Takes

My dear, we all seek recognition.  It's the only
Way we can assure that we'll be kept alive,
Instead of being cast aside, like trash, to perish
In the dust.  The question is, what can we do
To be thought worth somebody's time,
Devise a theory of the cosmos?  Write a work
Which leaves its readers so affected that they
Cry?  Climb mountains?  Build an office
Tower?  Your aim seems a little lower.
Dressed to kill in skintight leggings,
Tiny top and bouncing breasts, high heels,
Long hair and fancy shades, you have not
Changed the species' fortunes, but I must
Admit that you've been recognized by me.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-05-10 at 21:29

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indeed, you think big and you write big then suddenly you request little... it seems that in between, you are shrunk by the realities. I have been under that feeling many times