A corny poem for AOL Journal folks

There's the echo of my footsteps as I roam these J-Land halls.
My journal friends are leaving, and I hear their goodbye calls.
My mailbox sits empty; my alerts are now but few.
I can't say I resent it; folks will do what they must do.

No Patrick's-place assignments.  No more laughs with Mrs. L.
Armandt and Judith Heartsong have abandoned AO-Hell.  
Oh, they have journals elsewhere, but I won't get those alerts.
It's a bitter day in J-Land, as we all compare our hurts.

All the well-known, famous bloggers have shut their journals down;
So many lovely people will no longer be around.
But nature hates a vacuum.  Other folks will come along
To make me laugh, and ponder, and perhaps to right some wrong. 

And maybe, if we're lucky, some old friends will yet return.
Perhaps, out there in cyber-space, a few of them will learn
This AOL community was really not so bad,
And friends are more important than those silly banner-ads.