Behind the Times: A Cheesy Launch Poem

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!)