Treasure Island

Roxanne Dubarry

(October 4,1954 / Seattle, Washington)

Where have all my web sites gone?


Where have all my websites gone,
long time passing?
Where have all my websites gone,
not so long ago.
Only the Internet seems to know.
But at last I did get to enjoy
the show.

I could cry, I could laugh,
and I could weep.
Why not try losing sleep,
by counting all the lost
sheep by little Bo Peep.

At least her sheep returned
home. But it seems that
I may have to roam.
Websites come, and
websites go.

It should all be part
of the game of life.
I could even think
twice about the
games the internet
plays with people
such as yours truly.

I can still have a great day.
I can still remember
to take time praises God,
while I pray.

I can still count my
many blessings one
by one, while being
thankful for what the Lord
has done.

This poem must come to an
end, my poetic friends.
As you can see-
the Internet will
not make a victem
out of me!

Love as Always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
June 27,2013

Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013

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Yes, I did lose some websites, but not this one. Thank God!

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