It takes two to tango

On a thread that is narrow.

And even when beset by arrows

They shall conquer their sorrows

Be it in a deep hollow

Or just a road in a row

Their war shall not be known.

But whence a man grown

And a damsel blown

Have chosen not to head for the unknown

Hence, relapse so and merry in the known

For which even the poor heart bleeds for more;

Their days, one in many is filled with bore.

And though they let their egos soar

Above nature’s loving roar for care,

Alas!

It is indeed that along with them they bear

The burden of loneliness so near.

But, you there, beware

That he, when at sixty-eight and a year

Will he beget a maiden so dear…

And for him shall she bear

A son and a pair.

And volia!

He gets buried the next year

Only to leave behind a weeping widow there

And children all so tender.

So why merry for so long in that lonely known?

When I so know

That it takes two to tango?

whosh.... i wasnt expectin this poetry to come out like a prose. i bet i did not do d right thing....

#lemme try making amends

U're good!!

It takes talent to write a poem dat flows as fluently as urs did....D consistency z superb too!

GODKID98:
U're good!!

It takes talent to write a poem dat flows as fluently as urs did....D consistency z superb too!

wow u read that. it came out like a prose pls permit me to make it better.



thanx though. am grateful

It takes two to Tango..

I like it

I like dis...



At first I thought the first part only had a meaning buh wen I read four times, I got d message..

Switup..

dingbang:
I like dis...



At first I thought the first part only had a meaning buh wen I read four times, I got d message..

Switup..

thanx u.