The Writer's Lament

I want to write my life away

So that when I am gone

A part of me

Will always stay

But when my life is complete

I beg of you

Burn the manuscript

Immortality is undeserved

I am no Hemingway nor Socrates

My life pleases no one

I have no place in this world

Except

For what I dare to dream

And yet none of that matters

None of it will come to be

Until I meet a day

Where I might seize the day

Put pen to page

And write into my life

Some meaning

Perhaps I am wrong

To sing a song of penmanship

To say that the words I long to create

Are all I am

That I am nothing without them

When everything I want to be

Is everything I’m not

What can I do

But dare to dream

As I try to put pen to page

Once more