Here's a poem that I just wrote while here in my cubicle. Not sure what to call it. Any suggestions?
Going gets rough, sometimes that's true
Lasts as long as you want it to
Always open hearted is how you should be
Don't close heart or mind, please let yourself see
You have something special, somehthing others wish for
...
Destroying a friendship, I can't comprehend
So hold on to what you have, a trustworthy friend
Hi, Chuck. I should explain why I'm here: I came over to look for Meryl's picture from the 11/3/07 NYC dinner, and decided to browse around some, and found your blog. I've been reading it from the beginning ... such good poems, and other thoughts. I admire the way you think, and the way you express your feelings -- you know that from what I've said elsewhere on DCF.
Hi also to Truman and Richard, Chucky's good buddies whom I met in SF: you seem to hang out in this blog a lot. And hi to Jeff and Karen, too.
"Making Up" might be a good title for that poem, if you're still looking for a title, but that's just an idea.
I'll probably come here and lurk, now that I found this place, and maybe find some other people's blogs, too. Haven't really done much on BetterMost, but there are some nice people here.