The Author

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.