That early morning, sun in its mystic
Hue lightly egg-white washing
Streets with subtlety ahead
Of the morning stir of life,
There is a call to duty – to go
To school, to work, to provide
To serve, and to defend.
It is a clarion call, clear, resonant,
Demanding and authoritative,
It is to be heeded…
And then there is the call to the keyboard
My call, loud and clear, authoritative
And demanding, punishable by
Anguish, guilt and shame
Should I ignore it – lost time, lost
Opportunity, loss of inspiration,
Frustration, instability…
O Clarion, I heed your call
I obey, for the keyboard is my life,
My solace, my job – my voice!
To serve a different cause,
In fact, to serve many causes:
To boost morale, to please, to
Entertain, to perform, to
commiserate.
I have a poem for that
—
Nicely said!