To the Author

It's tough to fill those empty pages

With all those inky scratches

Like trying hard to start a fire

Without those stinking matches

First one word and then the next

You're building your libretto

It starts out kind of slow at first

And then moves allegretto

The characters begin to speak

Not knowing what to say

But soon you just can't shut them up

They're in each other's way

The scenery is beautiful

You stop and watch it all

Before you know it, spring is gone

And now it is late fall

The romance needs attention

To make it really right

It's obvious that they're in love

But all they do is fight

The plot is slowly hatching

So slow it makes you weep

You work it over breakfast

You talk it in your sleep

And then it really starts to move

It's living and it's breathing

You just sit back, it writes itself

You arrive home without leaving

That's what you've been waiting for

When eggs turn into birds

But what a lot of work it was

And what a lot of words

But now it's done, it's finished

It's not like any other

It only took a couple years

Hey, why not write another