Whenever Dad goes out to shop
He performs his routine skip and hop
I ask him why; he says, “Billy,
Everyone must sometimes act silly.”
Category: Anecdotes
Eevee
Every child is an eevee
Normal type, cute and plain
Brimming with potential
Its evolution can attain
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Gone are the days when I used to smile
They’ve been replaced by periods of pain
The cheerful things after a while
Begin to decay and leave a stain
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Why would you tell me how to live my life?
Did I stir up any trouble? Cause you any strife?
I mind my own sphere oh yes I do
Why wouldn’t you do the same too?
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The meaning of life is ever-changing
As time for wisdom we keep exchanging
What it is today
Was not it yesterday
Life is indeed such a strange thing
A Child’s Heart
A child’s heart is innocent
Sweet, simple and pure
Fill it with lies and deceit
Now that’s an adult for sure
The Luckiest Man
They call me —
The luckiest man on the planet
Because I was struck by lightning
Twice
And survived each time
While I consider them luckier
To have never been struck by lightning at all
Can I Keep A Secret?
Can I keep a secret?
Tell nobody else?
The only way to do it
I must hide it from myself
Conversations
I: I
Her: (sigh)
I: Me
Her: We
Gift Me Wings
If you must gift me something
Gift me wings
To help me fly away
From all the material things
Frank Solanki 