I Often Wonder Why People Read My Poems
Today In A Changing World
We can't even thank all the wonderful people
For all their support
They removed the comment section from every hub
I want it back
I want it here and here to stay
So people can tell me how they feel
If it is a week after or years later
It seems ludicrous
That we have come so far
Yet, we are so backwards
I wonder what would have happened if?
When we first went to school
If our teachers corrected our papers
Never told us our mistakes
Gave us our grades
Never gave our parents their professional advice
Mixed with their opinion
How we could be better?
Like we simply were just another number
No personality
No feelings
Faceless and meaningless
Everyone is different
We don't learn at the same pace
I had many comments over the years
That made my parents mad
Made me think
If I only did it different
It was too late now
So all I could do
Is listen to what both my parents and teachers had to say
I put parents first because they had the most influence
On my next decision
Did I change to make them happy?
Did I change because deep down I knew they were right?
I think a combination of both
I knew I wasn't an all A student
For that fact
I would never be a straight A student
Unless I could bribe someone
That's a thought
That would never work
They would see right through me
Besides there wasn't enough money in the world
The point that I am trying to make
How and why would someone with brains
Take away the comment section
They are taking away the match that lit the fire
The reason why writers write
To stir some emotion
Hopefully to get a good reaction
Sometimes we get what we don't want to hear
Corrective criticism
Something we did not see coming
Now we get a different view
From our readers
Any writer knows
If we did it for the money
We were better off
Doing so many other things
Almost anything else
That paid you for the time you put in
At the end of the day
I have heard so many people complain
I have read about good writers who have voiced their opinion
It all seems to fall upon deaf ears
Well, unfortunately
When people leave
They don't come back
That is a fact
I stopped telling my friends
Because, they don't see the purpose
So the less people
The less traffic
The less money not just for the writers
Bottom line
For the business
For the people who own the site
If it is Hub Pages or now Maven
It doesn't really matter
They too will have missed the boat
Lost out in all the great opportunities
There are so many fabulous and wonderful people
I can't and are unable to thank
For their undying love
Their trust and support
They take their time and it is precious
To read my story/poems
I call stoems
They could be doing so many other things
I know that
I understand there are thousands of sites to visit
They instead have chosen to be here
Doesn't that mean something
So if this is a letter of hope
A letter to Santa that never reached the North Pole
Sitting in a dead letter box
A plea for change
That the big boys upstairs don't care
You can't tell me they are not aware
So if it is in small words
That come at the end of this sentence
Thank you to all the writers who not only write
The most beautiful words I have ever read
Thank you to all the readers
Who read what I have just said
If I could have a late Christmas wish
Because, I think we all want to believe in Santa
Let this go Viral
Show others how much influence we really have
I would not only appreciate it
I can do one step better
I can add your comments and feelings too
So it will no longer just be a letter from me
But also from you
© 2022 DREAM ON
