You can plot and plan
All you want little man.
Little mighty man, where's your roar now?
You can post up and plant,
Your feet deep in sand,
Little mighty man, can't choose the hour.
Map marvelous myths
With little led and wood bits
Little might man, the idea's still yours.
Your reach extends short
As your mind can endure
Little might man, needs a little bit more.
Rivers recycle the sea
And express eternity
Little mighty man, consider your size.
Many might fools
Have stood in your shoes
Little might man, be humble, be wise.
Wow, how'd you do the little "reflex" check boxes thing? I want that!
ReplyDeleteI like how your poetry always rhymes without being corny. That's the hardest thing, imho.
Someone still reads this old thing!? ;) I got it by just editing my page, idk they had an option on there one day so I used it.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks. I definitely know what you mean, but if you just do your best to describe exactly what you feel, it always turns out good, if for no other reason than being real.