Who is that writing,
Through the night and through the day?
It is that writer who lives to write,
It is that writer who writes to live.
The writer says, “It’s probably me,
Writing every day, through eternity.”
The city is sound asleep,
Yet, there is a writer somewhere,
In some dark corner of the world,
Writing his or her dreams,
Under the light of the pale moon.
The writer says, “It’s probably me,
Writing every day, through eternity.”
There are stories being told every second,
Every minute, every hour, and every day,
As some writer somewhere keeps writing,
Hoping that it will pay to write someday.
It is the inner strength and spirit of a writer,
That keeps him or her writing every day,
Knowing that it may not ever pay.
The writer says, “It’s probably me,
Writing every day, through eternity.”
The writer who is forgotten by society,
Keeps writing her hopes and her dreams.
Making life easier and more bearable.
The life of a writer is not about celebration,
Red carpets and glasses of red wine.
A true writer keeps writing come what may,
As long as there is something important to say.
The writer says, “It’s probably me,
Writing every day, through eternity.”
If you just happen to be a true writer,
Not the one who uses generators and AI,
To write articles and stories a mile high,
Have a Happy Author’s Day.
Every true writer deserves success,
In every possible way today and every day.
Writer’s Note: This poem is inspired by the song, “It’s Probably Me”, from the movie Lethal Weapon, one of my favorite movie series.