Reaching out we set the pace. Busy is not reason to replace.
So easy to share with dozens and more.
Put it online and everyone “takes a tour”.
One then another adds their view.
Before long it’s like a stew.
Some are great, others really “suck”.
When the taste is so bad you say “Oh, fu**.
You listen to learn.
They listen to spread.
Any “info” dancing in their head.
Your voice, your notes.
They're what we crave.
Always too busy,
Never visiting our graves.
Yes, we’ve been gone.
While you’re moving on.
Think you can run and hide?
Not from this “end of time”.
You called friends, you made plans.
While we were moving toward “the end”.
“We” should be calling,
Connecting with “You”?
Typical response
Realize you’ve drifted apart
It was great then, at the start.
When those you surrounded
Who said you were “friends”
Now they have different interests
Their time is theirs to spend
You’re only in the picture
When it can be seen or sent
Always “we” should provide,
Hands and pockets opened wide.
Time for us to have our rest.
Walk away, it's what you do best.
