Pick Up the Pen

Pick Up the Pen 

A Modern Tanaga

Just like every runner

Kicks off on a starting block.

Every buoyant writer

Scraps from the same pool of words.

No matter how filthy rich,

No matter how damning poor,

You may not get the same cards,

But you’ll always have four suits.

The soil may not be so firm,

The grass may not be so green,

But the young, aspiring sprout

Will always come from the ground.

There is no greater squander,

Than leaving a glass half right.

Do not waste your privilege,

Go pick up the pen and write.