I, Am a Writer

I am a writer. Big deal. So I sit at the computer and type all day. Stare into nothing, frown, ponder write some more. I get paid nothing, get published rarely, and feel that my family, while they listen, don't really appreciate my poetry.

I am a writer. Big deal. I'll never be famous, unless sometime in the future, (far, far into the future) someone unearths a notebook, reads my poetry and ponderings, and declares them an invaluable find, one that sheds light onto how life was during this century. "A brilliant mind", "Truly remarkable", would be the raves of the critics.

So perhaps I will yet have the accolades due me, maybe not now, but sometime would be nice.