Writing Poetry can at times, be hard...
Nobody said, 'it was easy being a Bard.
The English language does not spell as it sounds...
There are many obstacles, to navigate, with it's many outer bounds.
Silent esses, with, p-esses, to boot....
Some times, i just don't give a damn, or even a hoot.
Words alike...
Like damn and dam.
Leaves me at times-
Lost, i am.
A dictionary, i am, armed real well....
A spell checker en route, enables me to spell, real swell.
In the old days, you'd require a pad and pencil and an eraser...
A later on, you'd need a small plastic bottle of liquid paper.
Now a days, you need, way, too much stuff...
This in turn, makes me riled and want to just get up and leave in an angered huff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes..I agree..the world today was full of complexities..yet we still have to move on and adapt..surviving. Nice concept..Great chose of words! It's beautiful!