To those from whom we plagiarize
There is a price we pay.....
Each day as we search with conscience clear
To pick and choose for words,
a phrase, a thought so fair.
We turn a page, or read a mind,
We search a soul and listen well
for heart felt joys and fears.

Whole sentences at times we quote,
to make accessible that which we know,
and feel so deeply in our souls.
Each day we search to discover more...
to make possible that which we know
but cannot rightly articulate.
That special exhilarating feel so real
is truth, locked deep in the memories of our past.
It tingles in that special word that touch,
and lights the thought that inflames
the experiences of our hearts.

When moved thus sufficiently to transcribe,
From our shared ownership of the human language we'll reap.
On it's splendid capacity we'll feast, mare bones,
then pad them well with sentiments we call our own.
With such great care we prepare.
...the price is truth, so dear,
...and liberties to express,
...and make accessible,
That which we know is the property of all humankind.