bapu
Moshkito
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
...
Moshkito
bitflipper
And here I thought this thread might yield some lyrical inspiration...
Can you imagine what Byron or Shelley would say these days? Frankenstein would never have been written!
Yes, I can see that your poem is on the literary level of Byron or Shelley. My bad.
I wish! I can't write like them at all, and would never try! Sadly the comment was about the time and the friends creating stuff during their fun time ... and not about the writing itself ... and then these turkeys here talk about my this and that and unintelligeable ****!
At least man up to your own crap!
GRINCH is ME!