Are you serious?

Are you serious?

Everyone asks of me?

No I say I just write simple poetry.

I write for you, to you, on behalf of you

If you take it personally

It’s your own imaginary love story

For me it’s just a simple moment’s glory.

Many friends across the Internet I’ve met

Some fret, some also clearly recollect,

Their own instances so very similar

They now say

They too are time’s undaunted pillar.

Many have gone down memorable years

Please do not be in unnecessary tears

I am also like the rest now am in queue

Some day I will also go away from you.

My fountain of words now runs dry

Seventeen hundred poems

To compose I did honestly try

I wrote not for money only for joy

So to all I can now all say Ahoy.

I loved you, be you a girl or a boy

Also an elderly friend of either sex

For me love is just a happy inner feeling

Infatuation, lust and physical sex

Those are things long gone past?

How can anything beyond memory last?

Can someone define it for me real fast?

Since my time also nears its end

The world with global warming

I assure you shall never end

Yet time will seed more poets

Far warmer than me

Their blood will be much hotter

I wish the world could that see.