Old friends

In transferring 360-odd poems from their ‘GeoVerse’ website to this blog, I came face-to-screen with each of them again.


Re-reading one’s old poems is like meeting long-lost friends.
“How time does fly,” you say, “I must admit
It seems like only yesterday I put you on the page.
You really haven’t changed one little bit!”

(The fact is, once I’d written them, the sooner they were gone
And living far away in cyberspace,
The better. Only then could this old brain relax and rest,
And of their lines eradicate all trace!)

[Photo: Philip Greenspun (philip.greenspun.com)]
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