A Senior Scribbler’s Murmurs
A proverb is the child of experience.
"Armageddon is so tomorrow." V. Putin
First kiss, first book: romances that endure.
Fresh crush poems are sweet and lush.
The once ecstatic’s soon mere static.
Memories are gifts when one lives long.
Forgetting’s the cost of sluggish entropy.
Anger when old is best left cold.
Energy when eighty is unexpected hope.
Prayers to yourself are always answered.
Internet profusion leads to laziness.
Free things are soon despised.
Pain reminds me of the food chain.
The last detumescence: a male’s lost essence.
Nostalgia is so yesterday.
For every proverb there is an equal and opposite proverb.
Last edited by RCL; 03-15-2022 at 05:03 PM.