by damommza & sunovawot
If I only did
What I normally do
You’d have never met me
I’d have never met you
The poetry biz
Would be quite the flop
We’d use up our ideas
And eventually stop
But now we can bounce
A thought or a tale
A word or a phrase
It never gets stale
And so dear sunny
I leave it to you
To finish this tale
With a nice thought or two
change comes as it must
that none can deny
you change to keep living
or stagnate and die
and really, let’s face it
i’m willing to bet
that neither one of us
wants to die yet
My Poems 