Some writers write by day and night,
Unloved, unthanked, unpaid,
That's how they lose their appetite
And then end up dismayed.
Some writers choose to do their best,
Regardless of reward,
And thus continue in their quest,
If costs they can afford.
Some readers go from page to page,
On websites here and there,
Without one comment at each stage,
As if they just don't care.
But add a photo of a star
Of film, stage or TV,
And upvotes come from near and far
For each celebrity.
A picture says a thousand words,
While sentences say few,
As if they're shared by nerds for nerds,
Not always for us, too.
But would it hurt a thousand souls
To thank folks now and then,
To put aside their heartfelt goals
And upvote once again?
How busy do we have to be?
One second that is all!
Why should it seem a mystery?
Or take a miracle?
Denis Martindale. January 2022.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem