Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Honest.

A little boy puffs up his chest
And pipes an honest tune
He tries his best to do his best
But the song is over soon
He trips and stumbles for a bar
And briefly cries aloud
The cry slips through the door ajar
And the song is briefly cowed
A rumbling and then the crack
Is filled with furtive eyes
It's started now, no turning back
The boy decides to try
He crescendos through the verse
And explodes into refrain
And though the song in words is terse
They can feel it just the same
The little boy breathes out into
A final bar of pause
But without him sound begins anew
He is showered with applause

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