A poet and a real Estate Agent
To some that may seem strange
As you can imagine I found it very hard
My life to arrange
Words and thoughts pierced my mind
Anxious to be expressed
They were sick and tired of being ignored
Coming second best
I felt like I was torn between two worlds
That there was a civil war going on inside
The material life beckoned me
My artistic angst burned bright inside
But what was I supposed to do?
It was hard to find a way
To manage my work-a-day world
And still have time to let my poet out to play
