You can read my novel free,
Though fiction, it's about me,
Come walk with me for a while,
Shed a tear, laugh, or just smile.

Fiction that is based on truth,
The man I'm now in my youth,
Fighting windmills every day,
Twelve hour days for little pay.

Triumphed where told I could not,
Pyrrhic victories the lot,
Valuable lessons learned,
Optimism scorched, not burned.

Round robin I danced with love,
Seeking guidance from above,
Scars thought healed yet bled anew,
Writing this book, sleepless too.

Now it's published and on sale,
But through August I'll regale,
New and old readers of mine,
With a free version online.

And I've traslated it too,
You can find it free there too,
In English or Spanish read,
Let not for naught be my bleed.

And if novels you disdain,
And would not its wisdom gain,
Of other things I do sing,
That may pleasure to you bring.

You'll find my short stories there,
No need to read them change spare,
Until August thirty one,
They're free for you, every one.

In English and Spanish true,
I hope some bring joy to you,
And with this I'll leave you, friend,
As this poem has reached the end.


[  To read my complete novel or latest book of short stories free of charge through the end of August, you can copy and paste the following link to your favorite browser:
https://www.royalroad.com/profile/368939/fictions ]