To reflect on the days that slipped on by,
To grasp the reality of my travel through time.
To understand the meaning of what is called life,
To comprehend all of my daily lived strife.
To leave behind the things that I have seen,
To learn what my reality might bring
As I leave a trail of thoughts and dreams;
I list all of my unimaginable realities.
So that “they” can understand the trials I faced,
Like the sun beating down on the desert’s barren landscape.
I write for future generations to learn
From the mistakes us men have churned.
So I write.
Why I Write by K. Saitta © 2014, A Walk In Verse