Trying Hard To Be Sensible

What’s the day today, my heart gives a lurch
I tell myself to be sensible, free as that bird on its perch

Photo courtesy A.Mathur

Its days aren’t crawling, it’s good to be alive
There’s work to be done, there’s life to be lived,
The sun on its back, a sudden flutter of wings,
A juicy worm for breakfast and now, time to sing.

In the end it is best to remember
Publishing is a business,
To make it viable they must pick stories they think will sell
And, (we are told) ones they think, will go together well.

There are so many considerations that the best might miss out.
Take heart. I know rejection is hard.
For later, like the bird in its tree, the joyful bard.   

Photo courtesy A.Mathur

We will get back up and on with the business of living

Photo courtesy A.Mathur

And on occasion,we’re sure to bring out our stories,
read them and rejoice in our talent.

This post was written on the eve of the results of the HarperCollins / Indiblogger short story competition. My story - A Husband In Hot Water: What does a poor man do when his stroppy wife takes offence? Find out what this husband did. Genre - Humour.