What's Next

Sitting in the wait, Front of the keyboard of making it happen. Fingers challenged by love of many new friends. In life, Who would of guessed I end up right here. From my heart, Opening that treasure chest of hidden gold sparkling thoughts, Just for you out there. You know, The other side of the inter-speck. Cyber-space, Go figure. Never mind, Count the numerous of blessings encouragement. Smiling of wonder; Tucson Poet can never keep reminding me of my years, "Cursed Golden Television!" Yes, Now it will be Deja Vu of black & White classics, "Remember Mark!" "Age!" Her laughter waves travel across the plains. Than the other, I stepped outside this morning, Numerous into the countless crying, "Surly this is the end! The sky is falling!" Don't be silly, And Don't call me surly. Just airborne pens from a friend. But in the millions? Got to have a talk with her about this! So I ponder on the charity thoughts of new friends. You're lost in the reading? I don't blame you I would be to, And I am in happiness. As I sit here waiting to write, What's next? Bathing in moments to come with new friends.