Fame is not a
factor,
Nor is the name.
The writer writes
along,
For writing is what
he likes.
The writer writes
along.
Change might come,
Or not.
But she writes
along.
For writing is her
wont.
The writer writes
on.
When the moment
arrives,
How can the thought
be dammed?
So he writes along.
For what else can he
do?
She writes and
writes.
Sometimes out of a
whim,
Sometimes out of a
drive.
She writes along.
For writing is her
game!
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