Overhearing a poet’s advice: POEM
A microphone. File picture
Image by: Elizabeth Sejake
Image by: Elizabeth Sejake
There is the old game/ Where you say you fail/ While trying to achieve/ Someone else’s aim/ You learn who you are/ As through live you sail/ And yourself retrieve/ Follow your own star
You’ll hit the odd rock
And panic as you bail
Puffing as you heave
Wishing to safely dock
And you make repairs
Hammer meets your nail
You’ll find your reprieve
Hot sheets fill with your air
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