There are sober souls withdrawn
In solitude and self-content;
Big city hermits, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
Sober souls who'd never chat,
On cyber roads for betterment,
About the weather or their cats,
Logging in and out,
Sharing with members,
To rid themselves of doubts.
I know there are good days ahead,
And great stories taking flight,
Time differences around the earth,
That stretch away to the night.
V-9 authors giving birth,
To stories of sadness and mirth,
Readers jacking off at office or home,
Not wanting to cum all alone.
It is here on the highway of life,
That the race of men go by,
They are good, they are bad, they are weak,
They are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or march to a brand new band,
When I can walk to a familiar beat,
And be a friend to man.
Copyright 10/20/09 by A. "Babe" Babebuilte
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Footnote:
This was inspired and partially adapted From A Public Domain Poem entitled: "The House By The Side of The Road" by Sam Foss an 1800's Poet.
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