I write I do not know for wealth or fame <br />And not even one mention of my name <br />And there is little reason to my rhyme <br />And I feel lost and years beyond my prime. <br /> <br />I write because I feel the need to write <br />The window of my soul open to light <br />I have this useless gift that I can't sell <br />And if people say I'm strange I think 'ah well'. <br /> <br />I write because the blackbird told me to <br />I hear him say 'I have a task for you' <br />You write about the marvellous song I sing <br />But not of where I build my nest in spring. <br /> <br />I write but why so I do not understand <br />Perhaps the pen is happy in my hand <br />And the need within me keeps me writing on <br />Though all my better years are dead and gone. <br /> <br />I write because I hear a strange voice say <br />Keep keeping on don't give the game away <br />Your efforts may be branded doggerel <br />But you have dreams to share and tales to tell. <br /> <br />I write because to such I can relate <br />And I've no wish to set retirement date <br />And I write because I feel the need to write <br />And the window of my soul open to light.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-write-because-3/
