An Acrostic Poem

Happiest time starts,
At writing dot com.
People are enjoying,
Playing and employing,
Yelling out of hearts.

"The party has begun,
Everyone out of den."
Never ending fun,
To the fellows run.
Handing ten on ten.
                                                 
Birth, O birth that matters,
In the lives of many authors.
Reading, writing and reviewing,
That is all they caters.
Holy tide of letters,
Drowning all the fetters,
As their deaths matters,
Young and old curators.

WRITING is all we feed.
Day and night, we need,
Coaching us to breed.