Poem -
Canopy
I can see over the canopy
From my balcony on the third floor.
There was another thing,
But I've forgotten.
I worry I only ever talk about me
But my friend has some money.
He's always walking to the shop.
I've got to somehow get out.
No one takes advice from a recluse,
Even in doubt.
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Comments
I would never have you down as a recluse more of a man of quiet reflection. 🌹
Remember, that's one of your lines. The musing on philosophy one. Lol I thought you were talking about me
Yes but I wasn't refering to you in my poem. You are anything but a recluse. 👀