Some poets think,
That because we scribble,
A few truths,
We can change the World.
How infantile!
Nobody listens,
Or even cares,
To read or follow,
Our silly flares.
As a rule, I eschew absolutes and hyperbole. I read, you read. We may not change the world by ourselves, but if something we write brings just one smile, we have done more than most. Who knows, that one smile may be passed on, and on. Smile my dear friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree but sometimes it helps to get your feeling out in the open. It wonderous how many people feel the same after they've read. Enjoyed reading this BB