The Author

The Author

Of all the jobs I’ll ever do
Writing is the talent
That brings me all I want it to
And be happy with the time I spent

If I want to live with riches
With Prince Charming in a fairy tale
Or if I want to live with the witches
And all my life live so well

If I want to star in a play
Or solve a murder
Or I may want to lay
Under a blanket of fur

I can sing as a dove
And dance with fame
I may find my truest love
Or be a biker dame

I can do all this
From in front of my computer screen
With my words I can give a kiss
To a prince, or I can be a queen

So tonight I may be a living dead
As I read the words around a camper’s flame
Living in the ocean’s bed
But tomorrow I may not be the same

Well I come back
To my world sometimes
To a house that’s packed
To a little girl, and two boys of mine

And tell them
Of all they can do
If they friends with their pin
And they can write their lives too

By Ida Matilda Wright
11/05/07