Cinco71 Posted January 19 · Member Share Posted January 19 ...and this is what it came up with. Not exactly Yeats, Frost, or Shakespeare, but also not bad for an AI program to spit out in just a few seconds. If you've never played with ChatGPT, it can easily kill a couple of hours. As for this poem, it does try to hit you in the feels a bit, don't you think? Coins stacked in jars, a silent company, Memories of places I will never see, Each one a story, a history untold, But in their loneliness, they gleam like gold. I pour them out, and let them flow, Through my fingers, a river slow, I search for dates, mints, and kings, A treasure hunt, where my heart sings. But as the night draws on, and I lay in bed, I'm left with nothing but the coins in my head, No laughter, no conversation, just me and my hoard, A collector's curse, a loneliness bestowed. I try to share, to show the beauty, But few can see, the value in my duty, So I'll keep collecting, and keep to myself, With my coins for friends, and my wealth on a shelf. 15 1 6 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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