..Wasted Ink Poem by NikMorgan ...
..Wasted Ink
This poem has no reason
Just the repetition of rhyme
Words to be forgotten
A memory soon to fade with time
When there is no point
Is there any point at all
Words that say nothing
Upon deaf ears must fall
Trying to be clever
Idling away the day
Vanities stroking ego
So with these words I play
This is an act of folly
My waste of an afternoon
This ode owes much to impatience
I reached for my pen too soon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 1:03:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
LOL I laughed at this...very true though...writing is to convey a thought that is meaningful and worthwhile to read in some way, and if it has no point, it is a complete waste of time. A very original write, a definite 10 from me. -Leslie Ching-