A Mistake I Made

There is a question I ask myself repeatedly. Why did I become who I am today, a writer of songs, poems, short stories and novels? In reality, I do not know, but I tell everyone who asks it was simply a mistake I made. Many will say I had it in me, that I was born to do it. Remembering how it started I am not so sure of that. It started with the words to a friend if they can do it why can't we. Now almost fifty years have passed from that fateful day I picked up the pen. If asked what I have achieved in all that time of writing. I would answer there is plenty, but none of it is money. My rewards for my writing is bringing a smile to someone's face someone whom I might never see. The inspiration I have passed on to others, but the best of all to me are the numerous friends I have gathered from around the world.