I haven't wrote a poem in what seems the longest time.
It's not that I have lost my love of crafting things that rhyme.
It's just that I've been busy writing other sorts of things
And finding that I like the rush that each new story brings.
I promise all my quatraines, every couplet and haiku
That if you all are patient I will see you get your due.
You really must not fear that I will leave you in my head.
I promise every one of you will someday soon be read.
They say the squeaky wheel shall be the one that gets the grease.
But in this case I must insist you all give me some peace.
Stop promising that if I only put you on my page
That you will make me famous and my name be all the rage.
I think that I've been more than fair investing time and space
To see that you get recognized and have a special place.
So leave off with the whining and complaining to my Muse.
Despite what you may think he's not your puppet to abuse.
I hope you take this talk to heart and walk the higher road.
No matter how you threaten me my head will NOT explode.
Please have a seat and wait your turn until your number's called.
The train is still on track, my friends, it only SEEMS it's stalled.