A blog is like a clothesline
With garments out to dry
In full sight of whoever may
By chance be passing by
And though there may be colors bright
They’ll also be some holes
(So maybe, now, a drier
Should be one of my new goals)
An old and worn technology,
To journal out one’s thoughts:
To fill up pages with regrets
And shoulds and woulds and oughts —
But there’s some comfort knowing
Whether unknown, or renown,
Like clothes upon a clothesline
All, at last are
Taken
Down
