Collection of Original Poems...
An Ode to my own Laziness
Where do the careless lie,
buried in ease and sloth?
Knowledge, that sleeps, does die.
And the security,
It is the common moth
that eats on wits, and arts, and destroys them both.
I stole the fire from the match,
And the cricket from the lizard.
I took the wonder from your lips,
And grabbed the cold from the blizzard.
I look for you
In the glow
But only find
I take my notes
On how to float,
But end up living
with the fishes.
How do you go?
So old and young
Your wisdom wrapped in silliness.
Here I am
a tiny man
always ready to wash
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