My Week Five  Entry for Poet's Pub Biggest Ever Competition. A lyric rewrite of  Simon and Garfunkel, 'The Boxer'.

I am just a poet
Though my story's seldom told
I have scribbled with persistence
And ignored so many critics, doubting Thomases
For who'd have guessed
That a man writes what he has to write
And disregards the rest.
Only showed my verse to family
I was feeling rather coy
Can be hard to share with strangers
Your inspiration
So give it time,
And take it slowly, seeking out supporters
Till you find what works; will go.
Write a few more verses
When you find what works you'll know.
Lie la lie, lie la la la lie lie
Lie la lie, lie la la la la lie la la lie

You know you'll earn no wages
And it's not a proper job
You'll get no offers
And your words won't open doors
For a poet there's no groupies
I do declare
There were times when I got lonesome
But  I found no comfort there, le le le le le le le

Nnnnnnn

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
But I'm still home
And the New York City winters
Won't be greeting me
Meeting me
Here alone.

In the clearing stands a poet
And a writer by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of everyone that put him down
Or cut him till he cried out
And cried in anger's name
"Keep believing, keep believing"
For the writer still remains, mmm mmm

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