A Dedicated Writer

The writer sat on the ground for he had no chair. He used a candle for it was nighttime and he had no lamp. He steadied his elbow on his knee for he had no table. And he drank nothing, though he would have appreciated some strong black coffee. He wrote on toilet paper because he had no other medium. And he wrote with a piece of burnt wood because he had no pen. And soon his back started to ache, his feet went numb, and he eyesight became hazy and weak. But he wrote because he knew he could.