hearts beat but for a time,
we make our way to rest.
so is it silly preening, now,
if i am hashtag-blessed?
for when in trouble sore,
we reach out in our pain,
we find how many can relate
to sorrow’s heavy bane —
but that can’t (surely) mean
when fortune breaks the tension,
that we should not this, too, set down,
for good days merit mention.
for much has happened glad that i
could not have ever guessed;
and it’s the simple truth: i am
a man who’s hashtag-blessed
(Inspired by a audcast from Ra Avis – Owen)
To share is human:
