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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
For Another Day
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
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets







