a colourful bright hung in the air jumpin colour to colour the grounds not in sight, so much fun all the while part time fun face in smile, they say at the end lay's a big pot a gold, whys it still there why's the story still told, if you slide down a colour will it on you switch sides, or during those times it's kaleidoscope view, geometric puzzle the minds put in place. . . .
andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKOct 31, 2009
A tad pessimistic......anyone with any sense just knows, the pot has been claimed many times........it is just always there for the next person that has the wherewithall to go get it.......andrew....
Lol like I said in it so many ways too look at things including your's cheers Andrew:)
amahlalaAberdeen, South Dakota USANov 1, 2009
But Andrew not everyone wants to go themselves personally and get the pot...entitlement seems to rule the day sometimes...but it is a good poem Bentlee...
Ama, exactly what this poem says, ty for your thoughts.
andrew149Southbourne, nr.Bournemouth, Dorset, England UKNov 1, 2009
Yes sorry bentlee, it is an excellent poem,.......my comment was an observation from my day,....not critisism of your work,.....of which I have always enjoyed........Andrew....
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