On being accepted

On being accepted

As one door closes

Another one opens

This is the old old adage

A poem is rejected

Your manuscript declined

The rebuff is oh so savage

Our hearts on paper

Our tear soaked pages

Opened up for those to ravage

But come the day

The merry merry day

A letter to reverse the damage

Dear Rob, it starts

We’re so pleased to say

Your words, they will not vanish

In the next edition

In black and white

It surely is an advantage

So take heart, rejoice

Stand steadfast with your rhymes

It’s just a rite de passage.