Once there came a man of youth
who fought for life as if he fought for love;
He had no spouse nor child nor pet;
only a pen which he grips on to
like a moth to a flame.
His weapon completes him;
it complements his strength as a vagabond.
No other tool is more useful
than when he seeks the right word,
for the right time,
and for the right moment.
Everything else in the world
Words carry a man steadfastly
Words give value to a man's present
in someone else's present