A doubting sometimes causes one to ask
Does anyone still truly need this art.
It often makes one take oneself to task
To see attention stop and soon depart.

In words one takes great care to share ones life
With hopes they paint a picture from ones soul.
But fewer search for insights from this strife,
And so those words will not achieve their goal.

It is the pleasure that one wants to share,
The joy of living, beauty all around.
And sometimes one has need to show despair,
But fewer seem to hear these words resound.

One looks to friends for steadfastness anew,
And with great joy one finds a precious few.