this is a poem by my mum, what i enjoy most about poetry is simplicity the ability to pair down your feelings to one word or phrase is what a writer does this poem is written exactly how my mum speaks
The Nightingale
Free, who has a melody to delight who ever cares to listen
Can’t live in a cage
Difficult to capture
If you should a manage to catch her
She is guaranteed not to grant you her melody
How foolish of those
To undermine, to claim a gift they do not have
To try own something that can never be there
You morons
Find you own song
And dance till you drop.
-Hirut Ayele
Free, who has a melody to delight who ever cares to listen
Can’t live in a cage
Difficult to capture
If you should a manage to catch her
She is guaranteed not to grant you her melody
How foolish of those
To undermine, to claim a gift they do not have
To try own something that can never be there
You morons
Find you own song
And dance till you drop.
-Hirut Ayele
*note the use of the word "morons" its my mums favourite swear word every-time she says it i laugh out loud the nightingale is dedicated to those people to try to claim the credit for your hard work its my mum saying, quite eloquently may i say, "go to hell"
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