Why Write

Why Write

That day I rode with a bunch of writers

Amidst talking about why they’d write

One said he originally wrote to right

Another wanted the world to enlight

Still another, just to vent his extra steam

And she, to keep her in a beautiful dream

When it came to my turn, I said, well, I

I was afraid of a premature chance to die

There was a sudden stoppage of the flow

As if unsure whether to laugh or to woe

It came to me one day my PC broke down

I felt I was presently knocked out at a loss

All my savings gone,nowhere to be found

I was left with nothing, totally broke

As if a miser died of a sudden stroke

When I eventually turn to earth

I may leave nothing of any worth

Poetry is the only asset I care to control

I’ll try to create with all my heart and soul

Some live to eat

Some live to beat

Some live to write on

Some live to singsong

And those crazy fans

Must have sensed the the rhythm of soul

But those immune to the beautiful

Might well be soulless

I write, because I am soulful

And a soul strives for immortal