| As I ponder the poems and the letters I've wrote In the past I had just mostly, forwarded quotes By someone not known, a face I'd never seen Not knowing who wrote them, not ever having seen The face that had put down the words that I read I clicked the forward button and sent them ahead I didn't think of the writer or the author you see I just clicked them and sent them so impersonally Where did that thought come from, why was it sent Was there something about this note, did I care what it meant I was so selective, I tried to pick out Between this friend and that friend, which one would check out The words or the photos, some were quite funny Somebody wrote them or spent their own money Some are so gross or they make my mind think Some are just forwards with multiple links As I got them you see, I didn't think of the face That wrote it or snapped it or of their home place One things for sure you know who wrote this page His name is Marty and sometimes he's in a daze Now don't begin to think, that I have it all together I just want you to know, why he wrote this letter I'm thinking of my friends and of all their email I hope that you click reply or maybe new mail Maybe drop me a note , tell me what's up with you I will take the time and read it, I promise to If you ask me a question I will answer with glee I may even tell you what's up with me Marty 1/25/1 |