On Being Creative

No fantasies of grandeur

No wild hopes and dreams

Just seeing stepping stones

Accepting what I need

Doing it because I could

I needed something to do

I used my creative talent

To create something new

No it wasn’t easy

I enjoyed it all the same

Took each step slowly

Leaping forward when it came

Within a short while

Supporters settled in

Believed in my world

Urged me to formally begin

And then a break came

As I suppose it should

One day at a time

Showed that I was good

And when critics battered

Pounding at my door

With their bruised egos

Asking what its for

I kept on going

Smiling through my gain

My life was taking off

They remained the same

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by Bill Ferguson

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