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We search the world for truth,

We cull the good, the pure, the beautiful,

From graven stone and written scroll,

From the old flower-fields of our soul,

And, weary seekers for the best,

We come back laden from our quest,

To find that all the sages said

Is in the Book our mothers read.

~Author Unknown

i am
an email
i simply exist
in cyberspace
sometimes i feel my purpose
is diminished
by the LOL’s
the OMG’s
the TTYL’s
my master sends me out sometimes
out of my home
into another unfamiliar
computer and there
i am gifted
with a reply
to bring back to my master
sometimes one of my brother emails
visits and brings us a message
and i am the one
that gifts them
with a reply
almost every day
stranger emails
attack us
bringing corrupt messages
of “buy this! buy that!”
i feel my master
depends too much on me
she uses me
every day
and i feel that if
one day
if i simply just
ceased to exist
she might feel the pinch


first comes spring
plants blossoming everywhere
birds singing
new life
new hope
then comes summer
a chance to try new things
then fall arrives
trees turn all shades of
and there is a cheery, purposeful,
and crisp feeling
in the air
then winter pounces
one day it gets
and after that its
holiday spirit
hot chocolate
and the warmth of the indoors.
after winter, it’s spring,
and then it starts all over again