And it is at this age,
Blog happened.
So to justify its existence,
I dug up old files,
even old diskettes that do not open.
In some old postings I found old songs
that my soul used to sing. And some musings,
old and outdated, but musings, nonetheless.
I hurdled the technical divide;
visited google,
signed up for a spot.
Then I copied,
pasted,
tarried,
hurried
and sighed.
And at the end of it all,
Blog happened.
And I am not complaining.
What was lost,
has been found.
Poetry gained a blow horn
and a pound.
The time will come that this poet will fail.
But not today.
