Streak of Bad Luck BluesI believe I am having a bad luck streak.Yes, I believe I am having a bad luck streak.I went off a cliff on Monday and I've been falling all week.On Tuesday I was singing a song that I wrote.Tuesday I was singing a song that I wrote.But it went up too high -I could not hit that note.On Wednesday my lawyercalled me up on the phone.Wednesday my lawyercalled me on the phone.He said my case was hopelessand he was going home.On Thursday I thoughtthat things would be fine.Thursday I was thinkingthat things would be fine.Then a six I had my eye on turned out to be a nine.On Friday I heard a trumpetblo
42Here is an orchestra of forty-two -not too many instruments nor too few.What happened to the sixteen violins?Each one has blistered varnish, streaks of soot.Some reeds and horns have injuries as well.But many shine and show no sign of harm.Tonight there is a problem with the score -the pages disarrayed and on the floor.We look to the conductor - shreds of lightpress in upon the darkness where she stands.She stands with head bowed down for much too long.A singer walks on stage - has this been planned?And the conductor lifts her head and hands.There will be music. There will be a song.
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it looks like a short poem
always better than the unattractive ones.
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thanks for the look and comment and fave
yes, not cheap at all