The Author
He portrays a lonely figure
In his cottage by the sea
With his pencil and his paper and his dog.
Gone his youthful verve and vigour
But remaining in its lee
Is the gift that soon will form his epilogue.
With the ocean panorama
Bathed in twilight’s amber glow,
He reflects upon his cherished thoughts and dreams.
Playing out a lifetime’s drama.
As his passions ebb and flow,
High above, a solitary seagull screams.
Though his clothes may hang in tatters
And his hair be long and grey
Yet his eyes still sparkle brightly as he writes.
For in literary matters
He is half a world away
And upon his works will thousands set their sights.
They will never know the sorrow,
They will never know the pain
That has forged the man behind the flowing pen.
Yet adversity’s tomorrow
Brings a refuge from the rain
Where his reader may find shelter...now and then.
Once a student, once a teacher,
Once a lover, once a friend,
The seed now feeds the hand that once did sow it.
A philanthropist, a preacher,
Altruistic to the end
He’s theorist, philosopher... and poet.
He’s the universal writer,
He’s the champion of choice;
Every corner of each foreign field he calls.
He’s the independent fighter,
He’s the literary voice;
He will touch your heart before the sunset falls.
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