Panagiota Romios Poet Rhyme

Tis Too Foggy and Cold

And as I grow old, don’t think I am not reminded!
Nor told with joy, “hey, your brain is so “lop-sided?”
How I howl,at their uninformed pride and scorn!
As I see each of them, get older each morn!

I think of the old ones,dead in the streets of Ukrania.
As hungry dogs eat their feet with dog-mania.
Are younger humans any different than they?
Destroying the old, by words they say?


                               3/8/202

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Joseph P. DiMino March 12, 2022 at 11:54 AM Indeed; many dogs having too legs, with tails and horns entirely visible to those spiritually enlightened. Well said. Breaks my heart what is going on in Ukraine, as usual many innocent suffering for the mistakes of their politicians, having bet on Biden and not Trump. Sick world. Joe. Panagiota Romios March 12, 2022 at 2:01 PM Hope the citizens have brains. We will be suffering for Years. Elena just filled her car 50 dollars? Butter is 8§box. Good the Saudis said NO OIL. Biden ruined that when he got im office. But propaganda is,” it all Trumps fault, silliness. CNNheads. Add social media “and BLM.”. Maduro! That was a simple, powerful couplet! Guess people don’t get he’s vicious,

Jeff Kyser March 12, 2022 at 11:28 AM They laugh and ridicule the gray; || We silent nod and quiet say, || "This too, my friend, shall come your way." Panagiota Romios March 12, 2022 at 1:46 PM Heh Heh you kill me dude!hair, teeth, heh heh. Pangie