Riff On Pradip's 30 Years Poem by David McLansky

Riff On Pradip's 30 Years

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Thirty years has come and gone,
Who sings the chorus of our songs;
Who hums the lingering melody
Of what was our brief harmony?

The kaleidoscope of angry voices
The desperate search through discordant choices;
The gondolas where I was docked
The ferris wheel, the ticking clock;

But due to my dull persistence,
My stubborn faith, my soul's insistence,
I found you late in my quest,
And found I settled on the best.

My voice is weak and out of tune,
I whisper softly as I croon,
And while I wheeze and rasp and choke
I'll sing my love song, affirming hope.

Friday, May 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Pradip Chattopadhyay 10 May 2014

sum it up so nicely in the last line.

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Colleen Courtney 09 May 2014

Nicely done! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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