Times delay When need to celebrate. I go nostalgic. I go guide! A thread of old soul. Full, I turn on the radio To hear what I grew Up on... vocals. Instruments almost Was eaten... Trumpet's goal, And by black white keys. Pianos like my family, Jazzy and all. But, I'll save them As though they were my own For... another day. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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