Morning guest.

Similar to another poem I have written about music.

How you feel about it.

A boy play his flute a give a sad man gladness and joy.

Our body need some exercise and so our tongue.

This is a poem I wrote about a friend I haven’t seen in several years. I always wonder where he is and what happened to him, and sometimes I’m inspired to write poetry about our encounter.

Humorous poem about a guy who does not want to be called Sue.

Mirror reveals the truth about a stuck up, rich kid. Added humor at the end makes the poem enjoyable.

Before an exam, we love to keep us busy with something else, something we can at least try to enjoy. This story is the same age-old story of those who find it difficult to concentrate on study before exam…

May it be true.