TO HONOR THE WRITERS

Today, tomorrow, or yesterday
The question sometimes shocks
As I sit here truly mesmerized
In a room full of ticking clocks

They say everything is relative
But with time I sometimes guess
As age becomes a reality
Days and years become a mess

Only memory serves to calibrate
Only hope can bring new life
Only love will still invigorate
The will to stand more strife

There may be missions out there
That God still has in mind
To bring some hope to someone else
And leave some gifts behind

To speak, to write, to celebrate
Important lessons from our days
Might just become the answer
To a prayer someone desperate prays

So the honor of the writer's mind
May not always find celebration
But the gift it's given to someone else
Might become new hope's invitation

So here's to you all writers young and old
No matter if poetry, lyrics, or prose
Your thoughts and writings will outlive you
And even may change where another soul goes