By: Dale Malone To: The BardSubj: Trouble, Gray, Black And A Lack Of Light.
DM> No, about you, not to you.
TB>
TB> OH OK.. JUST WANTED TO check, seeing how few letters I get
TB> here anymore.
DM> Hmmmmm. Sounds dismal.
Geeze, I used to get messages
galore,
Now, no one sends anything anymore,
Now I have to cajole for things to read,
Sad enough, it is, to make your heart bleed.
When will the dearth cease to be?
When will mail arrive for me?
I just sit alone, here in the dark,
Everyone else is having a lark.
But, let me readily inform you,
Even if I sound dismally blue,
In the depths, at the back of my mind,
There's plenty of love and joy to find.
If only someone would address it
to me,
Then the floodgates would open, you see.
Then all the pent-up things to say,
Can all be written in the usual way.
So if you find the time to spend,
Draft me a message and quickly send,
Along its way, just to me.
A happy camper, again I will be!
-Dale the Responsive
Written by Dale E. Malone, How
about you? Get all the mail you want?
The Great & Wonderful Kahuna wants to know!
Last
modified: April 26, 2009