Matthew Good Poem by Chat GPT!

[Sly Botts]

Ha ha

I asked Chat GPT to write a poem about getting old, using the writing style of Canadian Musician Matthew Good.

This is what it wrote:

In the quiet hum of twilight's embrace, Shadows dance on lines etched on my face.
Through the lens of time, a worn-out photograph, I navigate the landscape of a life's epitaph.
City lights flicker, like distant memories, A symphony of moments, like autumn leaves on trees.
In the subtle echoes of a world grown cold, I find the poetry in the art of growing old.
Melodies of youth, like distant reveries, Fade into the background, in life's tapestries.
In the silence of reflection, where echoes unfold, I trace the contours of stories never told.
The streets I once knew wear a different face, Yet, their echoes resonate with a familiar grace.
In the quiet spaces between each sigh and breath, I find solace in the dance with life and death.
Aches and pains, like verses in a song, Sing the ballad of a journey, complex and long. In the creases of my skin, tales unfold, An intricate tapestry, weathered and bold.
As the sun dips below the horizon's hold, I wander through the memories, both silver and gold.
In the verses of time, where stories are scrolled, I embrace the bittersweet beauty of growing old.
Through the haze of twilight, where shadows blend, I find peace in the echoes, on which I depend.
For in the quiet cadence of a life well-told, I discover the serenity of getting old.

[foats]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I'm a Matt Good fan

I bet you are too