To be honest, I suck at posting to my various blogs in a consistent fashion. And with the various file types and storage options for documents out there, well, it was becoming more and more ridiculous to have to keep downloading conversation software just to maintain every scrap of writing I could from my past. Also, I'm too cheap for cloud based storage. So I figured I'd dedicate an entire blog not to my current musings and adventures, but to my prior contemplations. At this moment, I'm not entirely certain what I'll do with this blog. Maybe just post old writings with no explanations or perhaps provide introductory backpedaling to outdated personal opinions. At present? I haven't the faintest notion of what I'm doing. And frankly? I like it.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

'Shall I...' - Poem - November 2001



Shall I be alone the rest of my life?
Without a care, hope, or dream
Without love, friends, or a caring wife
Life is just too cruel it seems

Shall I be despised the rest of my life?
Without a friendly look or talk
With doubt, worry, and strife
I think I should take a long walk

Shall I ever be happy again?
Without laughter, smiles, or clown
With a love for lightning, storms, and hail
Maybe I should sit in the dark and calm down

Shall I be hungry for eternity?
Not just for food but for GOD and love
Or should I just face maturity
I really wish I could be like a dove

Shall I be alone the rest of my life?
Without a care, hope, or dream
Without love, friends, or a caring wife
Life is just too cruel it seems

Life is just too cruel it seems.
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