Monday, January 27, 2025

Original Poem: Being a Stranger

 


Being a stranger

Starts with body language.

The scowl

Meant to be a smile,

The overreach

Meant to be a helping hand,

The resignation

Meant to be an application.


You are either meant to be

Or not to be

It seems. 


[10/1/24]


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