Epitaph of a Fulfilled Poet

The Prompt: Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life.  Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list:

Find an agent/publisher
Get all children’s books published
Write a line of adult picture books
Lose weight
Find someone to dance with

“Epitaph of a Fulfilled Poet”

Fulfilling all these book orders just seems to keep me hopping.
Without the time to cook or shop, my weight just keeps on dropping.
My clothes just hang around me, from my body they keep flopping.
I’d buy some smaller ones if I just had the time for shopping!

Five children’s books are published and my agents want some more.
My grief book they can’t keep in stock—It flies right out the door.
Libraries and bookstores just keep clamoring for more,
and still my weight keeps dropping till it’s really quite a bore.

Now that I am skinny—lithe and trim and toned,
no one has to make excuses that I’m just big-boned.
And I must wrap this up soon for a suitor has just phoned
who wants to take me dancing—so perhaps I should be cloned.

Then one of me can write that line of adult storybooks,
while the other stays at home and plans my meals and cooks.
The third has time to shop for clothes and tend to things like “looks,”
and the other goes out dancing with a brand new beau named “Snooks.”

As you can see, my rhyming prowess now is wearing thin.
The last word of that last stanza I admit is just a sin.
Frazzled and with much to do, I’ve broken out the gin,
fell off my pool ladder and badly bruised my shin!

Okay, I’m really hard up for more sentences that rhyme,
so I think that I’ll stop now and just write another time.
Perhaps tomorrow I can write of something more sublime.
But for now, I think my drink could use a squeeze of lime.

Our goals just keep us going—they propel us through this life
and keep attention focused through the problems and the strife.
I’ve always kept on working as both single girl and wife,
slicing through my problems with my words used as a knife

to trim the boredom from my life and go wherever I please,
to make my living with my wit instead of on my knees.
Taking care to always mind my q’s as well as p’s.
and extract all the fun from life that I have found to seize.

Now that my life is near its end and I’ve time to reflect,
I do not choose to pray about it or to genuflect.
I don’t crave meditation or to join a church or sect.
I‘ll find my own atonement and a way to resurrect.

I’ll do it through my writing, for I’ve found that is the key
to figuring my pathway while remaining true to me.
I’m just as I have written. I’m exactly as you see.
My words have all been written, and I’m finished—“a” to “z.”

9 thoughts on “Epitaph of a Fulfilled Poet

    1. lifelessons Post author

      Ha! Martha, am I correct in assuming that rhymed poetry is contagious? I keep thinking I need to do more serious stuff, but you know, I just don’t want to. It is fun beginning each day in a silly way and so, I suspect, do you!!! I am always honored by your reading and commenting on my work. Thanks for doing so again! Judy

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  1. Ann Koplow

    Judy Dystra-Brown,
    A gem whom I have found
    Here at a blogging site,
    Where I read, but mostly write,
    Listed five life changes,
    hopes, and rearranges.
    Impressive, yes, but then she
    Surpassed that with her poetry.

    Mine aren’t perfect rhymes, either. Thanks for brightening my day, Judy!

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  2. SAM VOELKER

    Oh I so like this one~!, except I have a few questions or comments: First that title sounds so “final”; should this NOT be called an ‘epitaph’ but rather an ‘encomium’, and I must say that we would forgive your conceit if you did, especially if each of those clones carried, in common, all of the exceptional talents mentioned. And if this is so, is it possible that I could arrange to have one of the duplications. I could really use each of those daily, but you are so far away and I have to settle for only tidbits brought on by the “word of the day”~! (oh wow, I hope that is not too strong, you are so timid)

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