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Ukulele
She plays her ukulele
A single mom next door
I think that she's improving
Told her to play it more
Someone shouted once
"You're playing it too loud"
She continued strumming
Made me kinda proud
I've been in her shoes
With a trumpet, and guitar
Played in our garage
The door was not ajar
I admit to playing poor
Was hard to tolerate
But now I'm good at both
Though I never will be great
A single mom next door
I think that she's improving
Told her to play it more
Someone shouted once
"You're playing it too loud"
She continued strumming
Made me kinda proud
I've been in her shoes
With a trumpet, and guitar
Played in our garage
The door was not ajar
I admit to playing poor
Was hard to tolerate
But now I'm good at both
Though I never will be great
Published 22nd Jul 2021
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By Pent
July 21st, 2021
July 21st, 2021
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22nd Jul 2021 6:00am
Poems About Neighbors--
A single mom, next-door-neighbor, playing a ukulele. Huh...
I don't understand "not ajar"--does that mean the door was closed? Or completely open?
Writing about neighbors is a fascinating topic, especially since the contemporary understanding of a neighbor is pretty new, from an civilizational viewpoint.
This poem is a missed opportunity, in that regard--a fascinating topic, but on the surface.
Enjoy the setup.
A single mom, next-door-neighbor, playing a ukulele. Huh...
I don't understand "not ajar"--does that mean the door was closed? Or completely open?
Writing about neighbors is a fascinating topic, especially since the contemporary understanding of a neighbor is pretty new, from an civilizational viewpoint.
This poem is a missed opportunity, in that regard--a fascinating topic, but on the surface.
Enjoy the setup.
22nd Jul 2021 10:49am
Thanks Mark,
The door was closed. The poem was meant to show that having patience, and tolerance, can lead to rewards. Gardeners would understand the concept when that stubborn flower finally blooms. Parents, when all those early morning practices, lead to their child scoring a goal.
As for neighbors, I have a lot of material to work with, so I'll think about the "opportunity".
The door was closed. The poem was meant to show that having patience, and tolerance, can lead to rewards. Gardeners would understand the concept when that stubborn flower finally blooms. Parents, when all those early morning practices, lead to their child scoring a goal.
As for neighbors, I have a lot of material to work with, so I'll think about the "opportunity".
