There are some people
Who hate writing:
Then they trample
Everything there waiting.
But just as one learns
How to make light
And how to make right turns,
So one can learn to write.
I’ve seen it done before:
People beginning the first stroke.
Then it’s not long for
Writing to no longer be a joke.
The keys click faster
And are no longer empty.
Their heart is sold to writing and to adventure.
Words are now their food, the keys their pantry.
Yes, writing has saved a life or two.
And empty, worn out keys serve as the testimony.