More Important

“You think you’re more important Than you are,” my husband said, Responding to a sadness that was Floating in my head. “Most people simply do not care If you’re around or not. It doesn’t matter if you give As much as you have got.” I started to object but then I couldn’t disagree. “Who reads your poems” he asked. I said, “I write them just for me.” “And yet you post them. Do you get Much feedback from your friends?” “I do at times,” I answered. “But not often – it depends.” Of course, we all get wrapped up In our lives and don’t have time To reach out to our kith and kin For updates or for rhyme. I understood his point but it Did not improve my mood. To put it in a poem, at least’s A better way to brood.