Letter To Poets

I cherished the dream of writing Since the very first years of my dawning It came through the touch of a book Which thrilled me and grabbed my heart with its addicting hook Thought I, though was I still a child Someday, I would write too, if life would allow me to be wild Never did I put pen to paper Never ever did I try to make it come alive this desire Until I came across a friend's rhyme Written for her soul's loving flow with time Her daring words thrilled me so much To the extent of reviving my dream as such Writing came, it does still flow With its oars, on life's river I do row Going where the waves take me Luckily, I may even be remembered for eternity! Don't we all leave, in this world, our footsteps Surely, mine would be etched when I stand on God's doorstep! A dream it was, a thrill it imbibed me with, Without it, today, I would not even be able to breathe! All souls roaming on Earth do have a call Mine I believe is to let my pen have a roll!