Wiping Away The Blues

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My poor lonely little posts, unloved sad But its the weekend so its more quiet Not that I wished for a flood or riot But just wish some would give a tad Who are we fooling we write for you Writers most always write to be read Who thinks otherwise doesn't have a clue We hope for readers til we are dead. But hope springs eternal in this old gre y head. Sitting herestaring at the monitor wondering why So I s hould be ineteracting and not asking why and sigh They will all be read by someone by and by' So I edit better and do my best not to cry Not the end of the world when posts are passed by 'All sorts of people willl tell me why" Then I scowl as I m dnot a newbie I know I should write the very best posts Yes folks I knew that before i came to West C oast I write from the heart and do my best So I cannot b erate myself I did try Sometimes we pass the best test' And sometimes we write and sigh But it helps if one is super positive If they don't get responces they don't grieve. So I look at it with hope that lives in me' And just think what will be will be. one original poem and graphic by P Hatle y both copyrighted 20 16