Ode To My Tongue Poem by Brooke Renwick
Ode To My Tongue
Rating: ★5.0
Gleaning and,
preening to exist,
bones are milled and,
ashes we sift.
'He said' - 'She said'
Round and round it goes,
What I said,
nobody knows.
Beside the copier,
On the bus,
In the cereal aisle,
Who can we trust?
Ear's pricked,
We've been schooled,
Up to date now,
The tongue the tool.
Everyone gossips,
That's how it goes,
Popular opinion with
The words we sow.
Saturday, August 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: life,gossip
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5/1/2024 9:07:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We are all too opinionated in today's world. Too much talk no action. Great words. Here's to world peace and less opinions by those in power who think they are more important than the little guy.