I’ll Stop Writing September 8, 2021September 8, 2021 ~ Frank Solanki When men stop dreamingSharks stop swimmingWhen men stop tryingFleas stop flyingWhen crows stop crowingSkies stop snowingWhen dogs stop bitingI’ll stop writing Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Nextdoor (Opens in new window) Nextdoor Like Loading... Related Published by Frank Solanki Making the world a better place one poem at a time. View all posts by Frank Solanki
I like the rhythm of this poem, it flows well. Don’t stop writing though, I would miss reading your poems. 🙏🙂❤ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
There’s an old saying in the news business: “When a dog bites a person, that’s not news; but when a person bites a dog — now, that’s news!” LikeLiked by 3 people Reply
Great sentiments here 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Until then, keep keeping on. Beautiful lines. Thanks
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Damn!
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I like the rhythm of this poem, it flows well. Don’t stop writing though, I would miss reading your poems. 🙏🙂❤
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There’s an old saying in the news business: “When a dog bites a person, that’s not news; but when a person bites a dog — now, that’s news!”
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