“You think you’re more important
Than
you are,” my husband said,
Responding
to a sadness that was
Floating
in my head.
“Most
people simply do not care
If
you’re around or not.
It
doesn’t matter if you give
As
much as you have got.”
I
started to object but then
I
couldn’t disagree.
“Who
reads your poems” he asked.
I
said, “I write them just for me.”
“And
yet you post them. Do you get
Much
feedback from your friends?”
“I
do at times,” I answered.
“But
not often – it depends.”
Of
course, we all get wrapped up
In
our lives and don’t have time
To
reach out to our kith and kin
For
updates or for rhyme.
I
understood his point but it
Did
not improve my mood.
To
put it in a poem, at least’s
A
better way to brood.
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