Dear Gert:
How honest and sincere, the question you pose
Thou it may be just as clear as the end of our nose.
The life paths we take must be subject to question
Like the food we select and it's future digestion.
We're dazzled by skilled writers who can add perfect photos,
And music so painful or perfect concertos.
But alas should we question the motive of writers
To be simply star chasers or gifted mind exciters.
Like you, I'm not here for a simple joy ride.
But to hope my insights will bring some minds alive.
So it's painful seeing sport in this honored space.
Where some trade their souls to win stars as a race.
Yet some come for love and discovery of wisdom.
To lay our their hearts and to capture a vision.
I'm here out of love and to give what I may.
To improve someone' life for forever or a day.
Like you it's the passion of spilling our heart.
In hopes that our friendships shall not drift apart.
If only one single star or even a tiny few,
Comes graciously in from a reader
as a meaningful review
It should be taken to your heart in gratitude
Not in the sadness of a poor star chaser's attitude