There’s only one thing that I regret
About allpoetry.com, my favorite site.
It’s that we all can’t meet at the pub
And have a pint together some night.
I would love to meet every one of you
Person to person, and shake your hand
For the inspiration you have given me
And all you’ve helped me to understand.
The Internet is a modern wonder for sure
And it’s better than nothing, I suppose.
But it can’t replace your eyes, your smile,
Or the infectious way your laughter flows.
And way too much can be misconstrued
By black and white letters upon a page
Until one word, meaning no harm at all,
Throws some sensitive soul into a rage.
The sensitivite nature of poets is the stuff of legend.
But to access their truth, it’s a price willingly paid.
So a big group of poets is a very volatile mixture
And anonymous strangers are too easily betrayed.
I wonder, if we were all friends in real life,
Would hurtful words be so easily spoken?
Lack of accountability makes us reckless
For we don't witness what we've broken.
Another poet here once hit me and I hit back.
We got so angry, each wanted the other to die.
But we live in the same city so I met him one day.
Guess what? He was a perfectly wonderful guy.
And similar miracles would undoubtedly happen
If we could all put a face to our AP usernames;
If actual, live, breathing people could emerge
From behind all our colorful, quirky nicknames.
Maybe I'm being a touch too optimistic
But I think we'd all get along just fine.
And even my most venomous critics
Would end up being friends of mine.
Who cares if we don't share the same opinions?
How much does it matter at the end of the day?
When the fight's over, you're still you and I'm me.
And you know what, my friend? I like it that way.
Adding your comment:
(Peace offering. lol)
