Ben Echeverria

It’s Christmas eve of two-thousand-eighteen,
and the full onset of winter,
It’s been a good year, all things considered,
No wasted time, not one to fritter,
In a few days it’ll start all over again,
A fresh new year, a fresh new yen.
I’ll write, of course, on whatever it is,
And maybe publish in the coming year,
But there are so many books out there to read,
There really isn’t a writing need.
It’s not about publishing a book,
it’s more about creating.
It’s not about how the cover looks,
but whether the story is exciting.
A writer must aim at his target group,
and write to meet their needs,
using words that entertain and excite,
the reader’s mind to feed.
But, when all is said and done,
The real purpose in writing,
is to just have fun.