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
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Comments (6)
This was so profound! Very beautifully written!
Beautiful piece. Well done..
I particularly like the line "A baby's first breath / At the same time / Is another man's last." This line captures the fragility of life and the fact that we are all part of a larger cycle.
Loved this. Deep and food for thought. So much said in a few words. Well done.
I enjoyed the amount of questions this left me with and love the rhythm and flow of it all! :)
Quite philosophical and thought provoking. Great job Tressa!!! 😎