An Issue Put to Bed

The fine art of editing, he found,
A gift acquired only over time
The learning of life’s grammar and punctuation
To gather and sift all the content messiness
Shift substance as the flow of words directs
Broad content, cloud of thought, accumulus
Over time balloon of knowledge near to popping
A best editing practice, to know what must be said
And say it clearly to some symmetrical end
When all will be said and done is closed
Reach the meaning of all well defined
Question mark the maybes
In conclusion (comma) what if it’s the if of all
Might be just a line of incidentals in no scheme
The closing only of life’s parentheses
And just as he learned in typing class so long ago
His little finger reaches for the shift key
And depressing it, his other reaches up to touch the zero