Applaud the author, warm indoors
the waking dreamer, nary calm
a rosebud ne'er to open up
with battled mind and withered arm

Applaud the poet, out for lunch
all coffee soaked and ink for blood
his dreams now public food for thought
and thought itself that comes as flood

Applaud the maker, working late
who lives his life if only to
have something worthy of the words
that he will write and read to you

Applaud the writer warm indoors
who plays to play and can but lose
pity the one who dares to think
and walk in other people's shoes