But few remember it.
How much you help them admit
The power of the clarinet
In sweeping away the puppet
And listening again to the prophet,
Who can afford us the outfit
To toil, successfully to quit
Living shamefully as a marionette,
And appear again above the summit. Sunday, 24 October 2010
nice poem
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DeleteReally nice poem! I like how smoothly it flows. The second stanza is a little confusing to me but stanzas 3-5 are thought-provoking.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Christa. I am glad you like it!!
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