A Poem For The One Who Loves Playing the Cripple
Poem
Playing the cripple is
A ticket to a strange land
'Cause of demand.
A fan, it brings a smile.
Is only twenty-one minutes,
But in someone's eyes,
An eternity.
Funny, if it happens
To you,
You wouldn't be
Who you are today.
Being happy,
Comedic and
Get out of here!
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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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Your poem is a captivating reflection on the complexities of life and the transformative power of experience.