Hi,
 
time changes, it comes and will go
and we think about ... times aglow
hoping to find, at the end of the road
a fleeting thought, ideas will load
...
time changes, it comes and will go
and we wonder who is Michelangelo
...
 
(actually wrote this at work for a retiring fellow member of our group ... with a thank you to TS for his inspiration!). There will be more to it, but this is the start!
 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lf2GRGSBSV8
 
Here is my retirement poem.
 
JR

Roses are red violets are blue
You're retired
I'm still Bapu
 

Moshkito
 

and we wonder who is Michelangelo
 

 
He was an Italian Mutant Architect Ninja Sculptor and Painter Hero Poet in a Half-Shell.
 
HTH.

I had to take
the batteries out of
my carbon monoxide alarm.

The loud beeping was
giving me a headache and
making me feel sick and dizzy.

I have to go now
The voices are calling me
From (so) far away
 

I have a hammer
I hammer in the morning
I hammer all day
 
 

I just want to bang
On the bloody drum all day
I don't want to work
 
 

 
I wandered lonely as an arse
The boy stood on the burning arse
Once upon a midnight arse
There was a young man from Nantuckarse
I must go down to the seas again, the lonely sea and the arse
Shall I compare thee to summer's arse
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
It does rhyme though.....ya?

I prefer Haiku.
 
I hate the sea birds
That gather all around me
And crap on my shirt
 
(I've got dozens more on various topics, many of which violate the TOS.  Oh well!)