I've thought long and hard, and more today
About whether I should go or stay.
Some things are gathering in my way...
And so I write this poem.
Recently I've had problems with my health.
Others have been hit on their wealth.
Depression can creep up with such stealth...
And still I write this poem.
I can laugh and joke, even play the game;
I love this place. I will not flame!
The trolls these days are just too tame...
Just another verse to this poem.
With everything going on, and such;
I find things can become too much.
Bel, my wonderful friend, has been a crutch...
Now I cry as I write this poem.
So from The Post I must depart.
That fantastic place that gathers art;
With stories written from the heart...
I thank you all, as I end this poem.