Francis Duggan


You Keep On Penning


Does it really matter how much stuff you do write
Or if you are the best or the worst in your literary site
Or if your best days are coming or if your best days have gone
What does matter most is you keep penning on
Just like the sick bird who cannot fly with the flock
The writer cannot write who has got writers block
But writers block to the writer come and go
'Tis something of which every writer does know
As a writer as such you may not make the grade
But it takes everyone to make the Wordsmith Trade
Amongst so many writers so few do succeed
But the Wordsmith Trade all of it's writers does need
So you keep on penning despite what some do say
You may become a famous writer one day.

Submitted: Friday, August 29, 2008
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