There are times when I can tell
That I did choose my hobby well.
When the words I put onto the page
Seem to transcend my current age.
When the verbs and nouns don’t interfere
With what I want for you to hear.
Yes writing is the game for me
And I will gladly play for free.
Couplets and prose form a beautiful song
That I could write to all day long.
And the way the unstructured structure of the form
Makes every hour seem a promising morn.
With my pen and keyboard I create and destroy,
The entire cosmos becomes my toy.
So listen to the melody
And you will also see
You must agree,
That a writer is what I must be.