I wonder where my wonder went
Everything seems so cut and dried
Nothing seems new under the sun
Flotsam from a previous tide
Then someone posts a bit of wit
And people read it far and wide
Some say it’s gold, some say it’s shit
While others say they read and cried.
And in my sullen sorriness
I read the poster’s post
I never knew that thing was true
I thought it was an empty boast
I rise, I shout, I post a view
Opinions like a tidal wave
The whole lasts a day or two
A wonderful sparkling rave.
Life’s not a bore
If you have more
Than just a friend or two
You talk things out
And fuss and pout
But in the end it’s true
It isn’t only about you.
Fred Brighton 12-17-17