The words come into my mind,
A new poem to be written
With words of wonder and love.
But why does it happen
As when I have finished,
Finished my shower,
The words have gone,
Been washed away,
Washed away with the water.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 24th, 2025 01:03
- Category: Humor
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- Users favorite of this poem: Fína Elara 🌙 Petra Patrice
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Comments4
Yes, by the time we come to write the word down we may have forgotten them. Doh!
So true Orchi.
Too much cleanliness - it's weakening.......... become a grotty old poet instead......... lol
OK Dave will do, haven't had a bath for many years. LOL
Andy
Nah - me either. Why don't you follow my example and become a grotty young rhymer instead.........??
So true Andy I don't know how many have gone down the drain. Nicely done my friend
Thank you soren, I wander how many of our words have been washed away.
Andy
You are welcome Andy Too many written on the sandy shores taken by each wave.
Short and powerful. Nicely written.
Most kind Petra, thank you.
Andy
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