Why I write....

I could paint.
I could steal the colors of the rainbow;
Red, yellow, green and indigo;
And onto the canvas, splash my soul.
But after seasons come and go,
My art would surely lose its show.

I could act.
I could display my thoughts on the stage;
Laughter, joy, sorrow or rage;
Sundry emotions to be envisaged;
But, it's only as long as I'm onstage,
That the audience will be engaged.

So, I chose to write - poetry or otherwise.
'Cuz every word that I pen;
About things within my ken;
Or for which I have a yen;
Appreciated, as and when,
Will live in hearts till the end.