Who I am?
I am just a man
A mere mortal to this world
As all men
I must suffer birth
I must suffer death
Meantime I write
My book was opened
And I began to write
One day my book will close
Meanwhile I write
I write characters in
I write characters out
I develop the story line
The plots
The subplots
I think
And I write
No one writes for me
I write alone
I use my ink wisely
As I don’t know how much remains
And as the final chapter comes to a close
It is my desire to have written a story worth reading
A story that touched the lives of those that read
For not too long
The ink will fade
The paper become brittle
Until all is but dust
Thus, I tell myself each day
Write well, my brother
Each of our stories are still being written
Write well, my Brother(s)
Until I am in possession of the Lost Word
I am
The Writer
By - Unknown
I am just a man
A mere mortal to this world
As all men
I must suffer birth
I must suffer death
Meantime I write
My book was opened
And I began to write
One day my book will close
Meanwhile I write
I write characters in
I write characters out
I develop the story line
The plots
The subplots
I think
And I write
No one writes for me
I write alone
I use my ink wisely
As I don’t know how much remains
And as the final chapter comes to a close
It is my desire to have written a story worth reading
A story that touched the lives of those that read
For not too long
The ink will fade
The paper become brittle
Until all is but dust
Thus, I tell myself each day
Write well, my brother
Each of our stories are still being written
Write well, my Brother(s)
Until I am in possession of the Lost Word
I am
The Writer
By - Unknown