What can a man do; time's slipping by:
'What do you savour?
No need to beg, when I am your Saviour...
This is the gift, when in my favour-
To eat, drink, and enjoy, the fruits of our labour.
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Good write 2. Now my rather 'common', uncouth, rough poem, entitled 'Wot?!' lol.
I don't believe it.
Nicely worded. The poem explores the fleeting nature of time and the importance of embracing life's pleasures while they last. It emphasizes the idea that one can find solace and joy in simple pleasures when they have a supportive presence in their life.
Thank you,
Your comments are always so precious, and after reading your work, I think of you as, Miss out of this world!
Short and to the point with clever rhyme it makes its point. Nicely done. Happy New Year
Thanks Soren,
Enjoy...
You are most welcome
Simple, meditative, and grounded. The final lines about savoring life’s fruits feel quietly powerful.
My friend, this is concise and purposeful. You frame time’s urgency, then answer it with gratitude and shared work. By the end, savoring becomes an ethic, not an escape. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I can only say Amen....
Sounds Solomon-like.
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