"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!