At first it was jib
and then it was jab
a plain older fellow
in perfect red plaid
For all of his life
Since the day of his birth
He always felt anger
but never felt mirth
So on this one occasion
with the help of his group
He had lofty expectations
in a long mental loop
Like a bird in a jungle
so wild and set free
this man’s world came together
and that man is just me
©2022 CBialczak Poetry
jib https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/rdp-wednesday-jib/
plain https://fivedotoh.com/2022/11/30/fowc-with-fandango-plain/
life, birth, occasion https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/three-things-challenge-m163/
jungle https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/jungle/
anger https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/anger/
lofty https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2022/11/30/your-daily-word-prompt-lofty-ydwordprompt-november-30-2022/
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That is such an awesome poem. I love the ending.
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Oh, thank you so much!
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Excellent! And the turn to make it personal at the end is brilliant!
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Thank you!
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Wonderful rhyming, it flowed really well
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Thank you!
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Love this!
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Thank you!
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