Pulling one foot
out of the printer,
the other stays
mired in ink,
whereas the face,
ah, yes, the face
will now surge forward
and shine upon
what you would never
understand, meboy.
It is the freshness,
the total lack of any
clichées, be modern,
leave the geezers,
the ones who
did not know,
behind.
It is today
that counts
all cobwebs are
forgotten.
Very nice I enjoyed this....the flow and rhythm is soothing :)
Herbert, this may be your best poem. It has everything and has been refined to the purest crystal. Raynette
Herbert...this one is definately on track. High-speed my friend. Gets a 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now THIS, i really, really, like very much! u.