You are a poem; your stanzas are your life:
A prologue written in the long ago
(with some few emendations here and there) (ahem!)
A closure and an afterword await
But now about this part of your life:
The iambs of your footfalls dance in time
While
anapests
leap in search
of a rhyme
Stiff-built trochees stumble clunkily (ouch)
And alexandrines mourn the sometime sorrows of age
And when writing your poem, remember…
Your poetry of life will be truly true
If you almost never write about
you
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
You are a poem; your stanzas are your life:
A prologue written in the long ago
(with some few emendations here and there) (ahem!)
A closure and an afterword await
But now about this part of your life:
The iambs of your footfalls dance in time
While
anapests
leap in search
of a rhyme
Stiff-built trochees stumble clunkily (ouch)
And alexandrines mourn the sometime sorrows of age
And when writing your poem, remember…
Your poetry of life will be truly true
If you almost never write about
you
Shape-dependent, but the program moves almost everything where it is not meant to be - like six-year-olds, I suppose - but, well, there it is.