If
I had the skills
To create a horror ghost
Who would eat up people
Or terrorize at the most
This skill is mine only
Nobody else knows how to
Do anything of the sort
That I could possibly do
Then
I would gladly pass the chance
To never have my name
Remembered by anybody
No fortune and no fame
For what good is an invention
That only does others harm?
I would rather pick up my spade
And go working on my farm
Frank Solanki 