It's time I write again,
I've written about beauty,
I've written of sin;
to watch my poetry falling to the very end;
losing touch of memebers captured.
Is it the rhythm, not much rhyme,
or the topics don't hold the test of time?
No one's heart I seem to rapture;
Lonely is all I find...
no one to mention-"I like your stuff,"
"mind if I print," or a final thought...
"I missed your last line."
I'm not one to starve attention,
but after five,
I beg for your mention.
I think we all at some point or another,
try to find that touch to annoint,
the comment of a brother.
Some get their fill
of replies often twice.
I try to be fair,
for those going uphill.
I see sometimes we tend to forget
about the ones quiet and sublime;
or new ones trying with all their will,
but they're lost with regret.
My final plea is that we don't ignore,
those who may need more.
It's fun to be popular,
but silent ones soon get bored.
This isn't my best work,
my goal is
to bring into the open...
this little quirk.
even when it's not an honorable mention.
Remember to return the favor
of those reading your paper.
..."to thine own self be true."