Nouveau Just Has to Go

I had fancied becoming a writer,

though I hardly had written a thing.

Got a writing degree from Hopkins,

because it sort of had a nice ring.

I created an artsy online website,

that Google Search seems to ignore.

Post ad nauseum on social media,

with nary an ovation call for more.

Seems everyone has a book out,

a Pod Cast, and Substack, to boot.

So many technological changes,

no way can I stay cyber astute.

I’m cool going back to old school,

pen and pad, one page at a time;

archiving all works in an old box:

my thoughts in word and rhyme.

Over time, if I’m never discovered,

notoriety would be limited to self,

spirits of a few famous authors,

who cheered me on from a shelf.