National Poetry Writing Month (Day 28)

Is officially over.
Have you heard? It isn't April anymore. It's the second week of May.
Why are we still writing?

Unemployed writer replies:
Kafka worked in an actuarial office,
Eliot in a bank. They found time to write.

So I fell short by two days.
It was a game attempt in an unpredictable time,
all the better, thanks for asking.