You abet their move forward,
No park, absolutely no cost,
Their calculations so astute,
You may be to the down road.
The winning shine, thumbs up,
The fellow Minds puff more,
For the self renown,
One hundred plus one bouquet.
The illness of selective amnesia,
To pass on the credit is an art,
Graduated by many around,
Beware the road is not smooth!
Nice to be visiting you again.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a while!
And good writing!
Take care!
life is like that...
ReplyDeleteGreat poem and sounds so true!
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful evening.