"Why Not Be A Writer?"

Sitting and listening

To the radio,

Singing the words

To every song you know.

You can write your own world,

Make up any plot.

An idea comes up,

And your mind shouts, "Why not?"

After you write,

You know every song

From the plays in your head,
you sing and dance along.

You just cannot wait

To see them performed.

You want to see them

Magically transform.

You get a request

To be in a play.

You get so excited,

"Yes! Of course!" you exclaim.

For the next few months

After the play,

You sing all the songs

All day, every day.

And then I look back,

And grip my pen tighter.

I want no other role.

I'm glad I'm a writer!