TO JUST WALK IN…?
Is everything all right?
Is everything fine?
How’s your life?
– well that’s for you to know
Who am I – to try to tell you
with my bitter pill to swallow?
Or even affirm your chosen path
We haven’t met yet…
So words are words
That can or cannot
help you out
Blogging posts – as in scattering seeds
and inwardly digest
But many move on to another address
The desire to change you?
Get you on board?
Get you liking – approving –
or patting backs?
What are we after – you and I?
What is it that motivates your try?
I mean – shall we just quit while ahead?
Go walk in the park or rest in bed?
Why blog or post or write or do
The things in life we choose?
After all – we are worlds apart
we have nothing in common
we are strangers – and all the rest
So c’mon there is no bottle to break out
or celebration of companionship or
friendship as we are all away
into our next activity
or next sleep
before the day
Ships passing in the night
The majority say goodbye
Where does your society meet?
Your society of two or three
Lunch, dinner, out at the show
That friend you keep coming back to
They alone will know
what makes you – who you are?
What makes you tick?
A friendship bond you have in common
Few and far between indeed
Still ‘how are you?’ – still seems right
Nothing more to add
It’s still hello and goodbye
Because on this internet
I have never been flabbergasted
With an invite
To come and visit you
As in old pen-pal style.
Flight across the world to your domain
To meet you there in your comfort zone
A stranger like me – to just walk in?
Don’t think so…
Would’n know where to begin
Still – if a whisper of an invite
You did make…?
– my! – that’s taking a chance
Certainly not one I’m about to take
Still – great waters from small rivulets
So stages of friendship –
acquaintances -introductions – meets –
getting to know – similar tastes –
faith or belief –
All in a day – in the life
Of all us guys ’n gals
I guess this is about possibilities
It just makes me smile to write
such as this
And think of the ‘multitudes’
who read our stuff
who will never go further
than a mutual glean
of each others lives
Mr. and Mrs. Post(s)
that’s you – that’s me
Hope everything turns out right.
We all wish distant – passing – persons
a good day
Have one – cause that means you…
‘To be continued…’
or something like that…
will have to do.