“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
Like a traveller,
With bagful of anecdotes,
People,
With occasional stir of,
Cauldron of emotions,
Would benefit,
Lest they be like,
An island,
In midst of abundance,
But standing aloof,
Isolating themselves from,
The madness, chaos, sounds, thrills,
That’s like spice to everyday life.
44 words.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Whimsygizmo for providing the Quadrille word of the week :- Stir. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.
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I liked the thought of having as a traveler a “bagful of anecdotes”.
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Thank you very much, Frank. Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
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I liked that “bagful of anecdotes,” especially. I can see it. And the shape of your poem adds to its intrigue.
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Thank you very much. 🙂
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