>> Saturday, December 5, 2009
Because, hey, I don't have any questions (and Jeff mentioned the top ten inventions of all time, but how to choose?). So, for entertainment value, I thought I'd start a poem and see if someone else wants to add their bit. One rule - try to keep with the same rhyme/rhythm scheme. 'Cause I'm OCD that way.
Listen to the winter wind, that blows along the lane,
Reminding me of wishful thoughts that I had dreamed in vain:
Adventures I would never have, loves that came to naught,
Knowing how to do things that I was never taught.
The wind, it sings of might-have-beens, of paths I never tread,
Of sports I never learned to play and teams I never led
It sings of lost potential and things I'd never do.
Listen to the winter wind and what it means to you...