Now I Lay My Manuscript Down
by Joan Y. Edwards
Now I lay my manuscript down.
I’ve carried it all over town.
I went up Broadway, 5th and Vine.
I wish Simon and Schuster Publisher was mine.
Now I turn my computer on
It’s more fun writing than mowing the lawn.
I open a new Word document there.
Great ideas come out of thin air.
Now my characters leap to a page
From the present or from a past age.
Their fights and quarrels stir up intriguing scenes.
Readers love them more than eating their greens.
Now I give my stories beginnings, middles, and ends.
Soon they’ll have readers for their best friends.
These friends will read them many times over.
They’ll even read them while lying in clover.
Now I get a telephone call.
“You want to publish my story after all.
I pray that God will bless you sweet.
I’m bowing humbly at your feet.”
Now I jump for joy and bliss.
I’m blowing you a kiss.
You’re sending me a contract by mail.
I’m so excited. My heart’s setting sail.”
Now I thank God for fulfilling my dreams.
I’m just about ready to pop at my seams.
After I dance on the ceiling for an hour,
I’ll relax with a bubble bath or shower.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I count new books, instead of sheep.
At fifty thousand I thank God once more.
I finally relax and begin to snore.
Now I sleep til tomorrow comes.
Another beginning, a new beat of the drums.
I live from dawn to dusk and dusk til dawn.
I enjoy the moments before they are gone.
I wrote this poem for you, Readers. I hope you enjoy it.
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