I've Been Asked I've oft been asked what writing is for me. I've oft been known to respond quite ardently. I write for the poor man, who cannot hope to travel. I write for the prisoner, candemned by the judges gavel. I write for the blind man, whose eyes cannot see. I write for the paralytic, whose body can't be free. I write deaf man, about sounds he cannot hear. I write for the heartbroken and their mate, still so dear. It is for writing that I am passionate. And for the people to who I am compassionate. It is for people that I write. For the people, and their plight.
Reason for writing:
I sat down and thought about the power that writing had over
humanity. I realized words can create pictures, sounds, and
feelings better than most mediums. They can be recorded
with nothing but the skill to write, and enjoyed with nothing
but the skill to read.
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