Chances Poem by Avery Eglantine

Chances



Under the stars;
Heard were tumults
Sought none but scars
left nothing but insults

The voices I hear;
Brought shivers to my spine
noise or music to my ear
yields success neither shine

If silence's a right or a crime
if fine was a cent or dime
if violins and pianos rhyme
what''ll be the worth of time?

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