One of a hundred vendors in Harlem, waking in rain
I didn’t sell anything today, but I didn’t complain
A writer lives in a spectrum of optimistic extremes
Believing that almost anything is possible, writing our hopes and selling our dreams!
A few yard from me, an author of a financial literacy book did not despair
When the wind blew and dumped buckets of rain water on her hair
The children’s book writer didn’t fret
When her tent fell over and her inventory got all wet!
We left the Harlem Book Fair this summer without making a single sell!
As I pulled my cart of books past the Apollo theater, large rain drops fell
In between two famous musicians, my wheels somehow locked up!
By Michael Jackson and Ella Fitzgerald, I chucked at my luck
Perhaps the greats were just sending me a message, not to give up?