O live life like
A carefree bird;
Life may be a
Sweet-water spring,
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Look at the birds, they never worry about anything, my grandmother used to say...this poem resonates somehow with it...a concise poem, but powerful.
Immense thanks dear poet, but I have a confession to make. This ditty I wrote as a quatrain in 2012 and being not satisfied I kept it to incubate... visited again recently, and was abt to discard it, when... I just split each line into two, and made some minor modifications... and lo in seems it is much more acceptable in this time and age.
A very cute poem sir! Loved reading this magnificent little poem.... ...Full marks!
Thanks Doctor poet. Poets are no patient, they are rather impatient, but you know what dose of medicine to give them.
Our fortune is so volatile. In a clear sky, suddenly storm clouds can gather. So try to enjoy life when we can. Like a free bird, let us liberate ourselves of all ties and manacles. Beautifully expressed!
Thanks MB for the compliment, 'bard' thanks, but the hat does not fit so well on my head.
old poetry is like golden ornaments all women get the gold changed so do we poets it glosses more again well done AP WELL DONE AP LOVELY POETRY OF 2012 NOW 2019 AS NEW
Thanks, what you say is: sometimes old wine has to be put in a new bottle. Need of the time, may be.
yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I suppose sooooooooo
Oh, and the real truth dawns today to this bumbling old man! ...that Poet Poet and O poet Me Poet are the same. Am I right?