If you want to be read you need to read
If you want to be fed you need to feed
Too many have high expectations of greed
When in the street a friend you meet how them do you greet
Do you tell them your story complete or take a back seat
And entreat them to tell you their story replete
For over a year I have given others a chance
Reading poems, numbers grew at a glance
But in a poetic ball room it takes two to dance
Some have no interest, for others no time
Then expecting others to read your poems would be a crime
Waiting for change from a hundred note when you gave a dime
Yet to those who are reading I'm preaching to the choir
All of you have already proven your desire
It is under others I would like to build a fire
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Offline) - Published: April 7th, 2026 02:08
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Thank you SB. Yes, it does seem preaching to the choir, or to the 'converted', in some places. Though we go on and grow in the faith.
Thanks Orchi I appreciate your read and comment my friend
great message my friend
Thank you so much for reading. It is people like you that make this poem, meaningless, and a bit of a joke in that the people that need to read it never will. Your support is most appreciated.
always welcome
I see give and take here. Simple as that. In beautiful poetic form of course. 🌹 Here here my dear friend.
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