I haven't fallen off the earth.
Nor am I tormented by self loathing or despair.
Life has not battered me.
Loved ones have not been lost.
I haven't run out of things to say
Adventures to share
Ideas to contemplate
Nor have I forgotten my on-line friends
(Hopefully I still have on-line friends).
It's just that there is so much I want to do
Never getting to do it all
Even as I push aside the things I must do
Until the clutter gives birth to clutter.
I will return.
I just don't know when.
And while I'm gone
The talking and listening continues
And I'm so very glad that it does.
GOD BLESS - 3 a.m. on a Sunday and I'm tradin' sleep for a poem thinking 'bout all the folks who will don their Sunday finery to hang out in a pew with you and you a...
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