Think Poem by nicholas casillas

I sit here with my keyboard
O fellows i am ready to type
Words have no limits
No gates in your thoughts
But today my keyboard has lost its touch
My fingers had worn you
And for that I am blue
For has it been that long that i mistreated you
So i sit here thinking what can i do
Can i leave your or should i replace you
For a writter is never really true
He write's what he write's to entertain you
so Writers this is to you
Keep your friends close to you
For a writers best friend cant live forever
But it is he who advances you in this field
The field i relate to heaven