The Perfect Problem Poem by Reginald Goodridge
The Perfect Problem
Rating: ★3.5
I've consulted God
the stars and moon
the zodiac, demons
and your mother too
I'm truly confused
but understand your hues
your whites, blacks
your pinks and blues
and they all say the same
alike they sound
that we are one
oh, how we get down!
Friday, January 13, 2006
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5/10/2024 10:18:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I wrote this poem in a very playful mood on the train. I was looking at a picture of someone I love dearly and it just came to me. I think I wrote it in less than a minute, but if you think I sound like Yoda, thanks, that guy was a cool little Jedi! hahahahahaha... I Like your comment Edward, please stop by any time!