From todays prompt:
I jump aboard, an offering of support and loyal to the end,
we cast adrift and journey till our story soon is penned –
we decide it’s not important to make clear whose words are whose
and hold up our draft in glory, though to edit next we choose.
Then to write another ten, maybe two dozen more?
We’ll make a fine collection, and it shouldn’t be a chore –
and from the best selection, when all edited and fine
we’ll jump aboard Self-publishing and stand the test of time.
It’s bound to bring no revenue, our price looks set to free –
although there is no certainty that anyone would read…
still it’a a leap along the way of dreams yet unfulfilled
and it’s better to be journeying than waiting, staled and stilled.