Little did he even know
The jig was more for show
The dance was a necessary act
Based on a well-known fact
But he being in the dark
Couldn’t see the light in the park
And the walk seemed bleak
After losing his ability to speak
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Writing prompt: Frustration Jubilation
4 thoughts on “Frustration Jubilation”
The jubilation of frustration can be frustrating ☺❤
Oh my, nothing worse than not being able to speak, and your tongue is tied.
Nice and apt poem.
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