On the thin ice of promise, air waves shake, frost falls from branches that quake, under a gray sky
Over arms and legs a shiver, timid steps on a frozen river, where flowing water has now turned dry
Contact of skin with steel wire will burn as fire and one will soon learn to let no water fall from the eye
Beneath snow's blanket are many stones, hidden adversary of old bones, a fall will make you cry
Take an old timer's advice, step lightly upon the thin ice, lest you slip, break through, drown and die
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 4th, 2026 03:18
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was inspired by a question from Doggerel Dave.
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Comments1
another of mans wonderful ideas, most of which result in disaster
Thanks Norman for the read since man invented fire he has been burning himself. Unleashing the atom is a guard dog out of the master's control and now AI why would I trust mankind who has turned every past invention into a weapon of war and destruction.
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