The Rubik's Cube Poem by Paul Beck
The Rubik's Cube
That puzzle from Erno Rubik,
a devil,
but not why many believe so.
See, its greatest perplexity
is fooling so many
that one may be intelligent
if he knows its secrets.
Any man can be great
at almost anything
if he spends enough of his
most precious asset
wasting away at it.
Only one pastime
is worth anything at the end
and, while similar in concept,
it sure is not aligning squares.
A good start with a nice poem, Paul Beck. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A well texted and nicely thought out poem. Thanks for sharing, Paul.