Finding old blogger friends gets harder o’er the years,
As many move from Word Press to other ground…
Harder than to respond and share laughter and beers*
Finding little left of common ground.
Some have gone commercial and others found new ways
With favored features all at their command…
Not willful forgetting of friends they left behind,
But making progress–that we understand.
Why I do the same
And yet complain….
High School classmates that I have ignored:
I have no excuse
For cutting people loose…
Just have feelings best left unexplored.
Happy though I be in this reality,
I cannot but feel that I’ve done wrong…
Focussing much only on those I can clutch
The ones left behind are left alone.
* beers…a literary device, but nonalcoholic, of course!