Thinking of steem ups and downs
Those who came and left us
How so much has been said
But price always takes the crown
In all I dare say am lucky
Having a small band of real ones
Folks who Ignored reality
Choose to see what steem could be
Wouldn't be here without their support
Imagine writing and no one reading
No one Plays alone on a tennis court
No matter the beauty of the surface
I reckon I'll still do a Valentine poem in the evening. Just felt a little inspired to quickly compose this...thats all.
