Sonnet #384

 There is no money in the arts, so surrender

To all the people who tell you there is no money

In the arts, and isn’t it better to be rich and safer

In gated communities with high end grocery

Stores, and people that come to do all the hard things

Washing windows, mowing lawns, staying up late

To sit with your baby when they are sick so nothing

Breaks your peaceful dreams, and companies sate

All your ideations. And when you retire you can write

Wait until then, and work until then, and when your

Body doesn’t work right anymore, and doctor’s

Appointments become a part time job; then, pour

Your heart into your dreams, at last, at last, if there’s time

If you have purchased enough time; pray for enough time