Said the poet to the fly,
I look inside and cry,
All I see,
Is an empty carafe,
Were once there were,
Seas of expectancy
Now, disappointment,
Has the last laugh.
Now you know I was going to be enchanted by a title like that! ! ! ! ! ! ! And you know I'd be utterly charmed line by line as well as captivated by the wisdom of the closing lines. Encore, encore! You are a light in the window to our fellow Poem Hunter members. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another dandy delightful write, dear Ma'am Sandra....10++++++