Poems are like pictures.
You edit them and think that's okay.
You edit them again
And think whatever.
You edit them again
And think whatever, whatever.
Then you return to the original
And think I couldn't do better.
This is the story of my writing life! ! ! Edit, edit edit....restore, restore, restore! ! ! I do the same when shopping..never buy the first thing I see that I actually like...but continue searching in every other shop until..I decide the first one I saw was best! Love the humourous look at life here..Thank you for sharing.
Hahaha! Truthful words encapsulated in dry humour! I suppose the poem looked better with a bit more meat on its bones! Thank you for sharing this little gem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to the point about the editing challenge and wondering if the work was best fresh unedited raw