May have lost my sparkle,
May have lost my sheen,
Haven't lost my twinkle,
Haven't lost my dream.
May have lost my sparkle,
May have lost my sheen,
Haven't lost my twinkle,
Haven't lost my dream.
Every ship leaves a wake,
Till she drops anchor,
Every dream leaves a wake,
Till you are finally awake.
Let's laugh,
Even if for just a while,
Let's laugh,
Even if it isn't our style.
It is time to smile
From beneath the tears,
We've had tears
For so many years,
We've had fears
For so many years.
I received this sweet (potato) message:
Your thoughts?
The silhouette
Is in the forefront now,
As the original recedes
To the background.
It's a bit like intelligence:
Artificial gains ground,
The natural recedes,
Three dimension
Diminishes to two,
There were some quirky messages that I received this New Year
The Runners Up was:
Today is the birthday of 2026,
And in a year it will be
A one-year-old,
Ready indeed for its first birthday.
Tis the curse of every year,
From AD one to 2025,
All years died too soon,
None became a one-year-old.
Will 2026 be different?
Will 2027 wait a little while,
That 2026 wears a one year cap,
And becomes destiny's child?