Every ship leaves a wake,
Till she drops anchor,
Every dream leaves a wake,
Till you are finally awake.
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?