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A man with no ears

A poem of sorts

By Tressa RosePublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
A man with no ears
Photo by Scott Umstattd on Unsplash

I was pitching my pitch

To a man with no ears

When another man

In a bright golden watch

Paraded by

And took him away.

~*~

She was singing her song

As a lady with no tune

"Don't come back."

The record label said.

She continued to whistle her tuneless tune

As she walked down the side-walk

And on her way back home.

~*~

A baby's first breath

At the same time

Is another man's last

The cycle of life

The tried and the true

The mundane and the elegant

Beauty and the beast.

~*~

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About the Creator

Tressa Rose

On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.

Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear

https://a.co/d/98H2vCF

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    Written by Tressa Rose