What a maestro!
(What a dimwit!)
What didn't I get about my depreciation?
I'm no genius,
but should I have understood it?
My gradual, but final reduction.
Until, - there- you have it-
a remarkably diminuative me.
Another perfect diminuendo by the Maestro.
Oh! I did not forsee
my demise!
(What a dimwit!)
You have a way with such a short amount of words! I give you a 10.
Its really a good poem. But I see life beyond its frontier. Try to locate the reality and truth. Life is reality and full of hazards.So that gives you pain.
You give the so-called maestro far too much credit......for we enter any new relationship with a single ally.....HOPE. My friend you are the genius....and LIFE the dimwit!
Hi Cailiie - Thanks for your kind remarks on my poems. I also hope that we are not being hoodwinked by some poet fairy. I really enjoyed this poem - God do I know the feeling. It's beauty lies in it's simplicity and conversational style. Well done!
Do I hear the music of a Gigolo's Gig. When ever a woman uses the word Dimwit I know there is a sour note involved.
i love any poem that's related to music but this one's gotta be one of the best!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How well I know THIS song and dance! ! I really enjoyed the truth of this....very much!