To Be A Writer
To Be A Writer
I am not P.B Shelly
Whose work achieved mortality
Nor am I Shakespeare
Whose characters were so tragic
In hearts, they remain forever
All these so known
And so great
Had so much in tone
And received much fame
Wish I could have such brains
To compose, create and originate
To have timeless, eternal
Everlasting name
But the time in this century
Is running at a pace
And left all the worries
To do a thousand tasks a day
Where is a wilderness, the hush, the solitude
To create a poem to be valued
Oh! And I will always wish
To be so great and praised
So that my works perish
As long as it stays