Fellow Writers...Thoughts Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Fellow great thinkers, writers, modern day prophets, in seventeen years of writing, A thought, are we the last in time, children not learning reading, writing, to easy look up on line. Is there A message in our own, or with others in line, that may help the future mature, survive, prevent eliminate binds. Why I write, messages arrive, many signs, not searching for monetary gain, not A dime. A reason, we were given the gift, willing to spend so much time. Why does it take so long, great poets, never given credit, till they are long gone? Our soul did we find, Writers in past times, I'm not mentally lazy, are we crazy?