For six years there, I plied my art
And others came, to play their part
Together our words we shared afar
Delivered to where the readers are Though Medium never took our hand
We slogged ahead — an intrepid band
To carve our phrases, some sweet, some dour
But soaring high, our finest hour Six and sixty thousand came
But sinking later they changed the game
Doors exclude, and a wall conceals
They seize the cogs, and mire the wheels