Most every evening I start my PC,
I'm alone and it's a comfort for me.
I click on some music that reaches my soul,
Beautiful melodies - not rock and roll.
Then I click on my "favorites" list,
And maybe I'll select a forum I've missed.
Or what is the latest report in the news,
I try to escape the political views.
Connecting Singlesis where I'll spend time,
That's where I pick up on the poetry lines.
Poetry is wonderful to express one's attest,
And wipe out the cob webs that built a nest.
Now, some are hoping to capture a mate,
If that's your purpose, that is your fate.
That's not for me, I've been there twice,
I just want a friend who really is nice.
I really admire you who write your heart beats,
Never mind your are not Longfellow nor are you Keats.
Some of the writers tell more than they say,
It's the little inflections that give you away.
Never mind about a skeleton or two,
I'm sure you can find I have a few.
Rhyming or selecting the use of free verse,
It doesn't really matter -
It's for better or worse.