Blogging is such a fulfilling endeavor
I find myself wishing it could last forever.
I blogged for a few years; then stopped when I moved
Back to the States, where I found a new groove.
And now time keeps passing, and each new year brings
More changes in how we communicate things.
When I last was blogging, there was no SnapChat;
Tumblr was tiny; we all had less apps.
Folks were more likely to sit down and write
Or read something long, that might take half the night.
I liked writing back in those blogging days
But haven't caught up to technology's ways!
Devices are now small enough to be held,
(Unlike our attention, with its one-minute spell).
People now share, comment, like, post, and tweet.
But we less often blog; we don't write much... nor read.
"It's sad," I have thought, as I pondered this site.
"A blog is the thing that I most like to write.
So I'll start one regardless. I'll do it! I will!"
Is it fruitless? Perhaps. But what's sadder still...
...Are the terrible rhymes that I made in this poem.
Dr. Seuss would be crying. So I better go. :)
(Hehe. Here's the meat of the post, without the cheese:
I've wanted to start blogging again for a while, but I'm a little worried I'll be writing for a roomful of chirping crickets. Have you ever felt that way? So please do stop by from time to time.
More info is on my About the Author page. Thanks!)