{"id":2107,"date":"2015-07-28T19:35:48","date_gmt":"2015-07-28T19:35:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=2107"},"modified":"2015-07-28T19:35:48","modified_gmt":"2015-07-28T19:35:48","slug":"a-poets-lament","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/a-poets-lament\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poets Lament"},"content":{"rendered":"

This is an old verse of mine, found on a previous draft of the website. Poetry has got me free into a lot of festivals, and a few quid towards spending too and expenses, but so far, little to put into the bank!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

There is no money in this art
\nAnd though I knew it from the start
\nI refused to leave my craft
\nOf which the pen and paper are my medium and tools.
\nFor money not do I write
\nAnd for money not I might
\nFor only idiots would provide the sight
\nOf trying to earn a living by being such fools.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This is an old verse of mine, found on a previous draft of the website. Poetry has got me free into a lot of festivals, and a few quid towards spending too and expenses, but so far, little to put into the bank! There is no money in this art …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[3],"tags":[2279,814,1901,657],"class_list":["post-2107","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writing","tag-lament","tag-poem-on-writing","tag-poet","tag-writing-2","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-xZ","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":468,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/st-bridgets-lament\/","url_meta":{"origin":2107,"position":0},"title":"St Bridgets Lament","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"20th March 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Were these wild wild winds Bridgets Lament? 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