And so I am published...

Sad story of mine.

In print I am now published
But only a handful of copies sold
A few hundred for the version electronic
and my story is already a year old

The reviews have been less than flattering
and I read them with biased eyes
Begrudgingly I even make a few edits
to quell those dispassionate cries

Of course these are paying customers
emotionally they have to invest
They have a right to express opinion
But in so cruel a manner must they attest?

Each page was so carefully crafted
Each chapter advanced the tale
I agonized relentlessly about the ending
so hoping the story would regale

Like a hawker I put up my wares
expectantly watched people graze
but then slide by unnoticing
against disappointment a battle wage

The End

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