Today I wrote the first poem I have written in probably 25 years. Its not great but its honest and true.
Always i wished from a shooting star,
«Keep all of us fed, and safe from war»
My father, the cynic, would then have me tell :
«why ask more from a star than I do from myself»
To day I asked AI
«what can we do»
and GPT answered,
with bulletpoints too.
Shooting stars
