Why Talk To Me About Good Or Bad Writers

Poem By Francis Duggan

Why talk to me about good or bad writers I'm sure those paid to judge on such do have their say
And some say with some foundation literary critics themselves are not good writers anyway
Every writer started to write as an amateur and some through their writing prosper financially
Good luck to them I say and may they prosper and may their names live on in literary history
Not everyone can become a wealthy and a famous writer many from publishers keep getting rejection letters in their mail
In the literary trade like most things that we know of for one to succeed many have to fail
Why dismiss those not known to be successful when to their eternal credit they did try
Why is success looked on as all important to so many one has to wonder why
As for myself I'm looked on as a failure but I live fairly happy just the same
I only write because I do like writing I never crave for money or for fame
I am not paid for to judge another writer judge not and thou shalt not be judged too does apply to me
What's good to me may not seem good to your eyes we all do look at things quite differently
So why talk to me of good and of bad writers since literary critics for such do get paid
I only know without amateur writers that there would not be any wordsmith trade.

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