Sta.sh
Writers heed your calling,
Bare arms for your right,
Take up your pen in action,
And prepare yourself to fight
Working until distraction,
In you heart it's true
For these things inside
Make the words part of you.
Writers heed your calling,
Words from your fingers slip,
To put bread into your mouth.
For art you would once happily flip,
Will keep you from moving south,
The cold of winter beckons at your minds door
Make sure to prop it open
so they can come inside.
Writers heed your calling,
You read long past stars,
making you intelligent
with words meant to be ours
but beware Astonishment,
for he is a rouge
who bottles you up
and eats you whole.
Writers heed your calling,
remember the meaning of your life,
the point behind it all.
that even in through the strife
you can't afford to fall.
Brush writer's block aside,
take charge of what you know,
and put the hate behind.
Writers heed your calling,
Trust your fellow man,
that when you are writing,
other's are writing your battle plan.
Keep kicking and keep biting,
you need to stay afloat.
Be a beckon for other,
although the waves pull you down.
Writers heed your calling,
To words ever be true,
they will never really leave.
You can through them in stew,
but it will cause you to grieve.
Words hold no substance,
only ink on a page.
In short our work means nothing at all.
Writers heed your calling,
don't fret over the fools,
who take your work for granted
because reading isn't "cool."
They refuse to be enchanted,
in their pride they do not budge.
But you must still continue
It's your duty as one of us.
Writers heed your calling,
what ever it may be,
perhaps poetry or novels,
or books about the sea.
These are all small marvels,
you'll learn in time to say.
Until that very moment
good day.
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