My fingers are the clerks of my thoughts
My mind the generators of them
My emotion the driving force
My observations and investigations
On paper carefully wrought and couched
For posterity an indelible legacy;
Each word, the lifting of a weight off my chest
Every ink mark the drop of precious blood
Each book, a powerful weapon
The world a better place to leave behind
Than when I made my apparition.
For me this is the supreme effort.
For this dream so much did I sacrifice.
The going is very tough
But I’d rather perish than not write!