Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Summer Begins

You're no preacher, they said.
You're a singer.
For a preacher needs poise, acumen, and above all
discipline.
Those, singers lack.
But she desperately wanted to be a preached.
Wanted it not for only the title,
but also the respect.
But they said, you're no preacher.
You're a singer.

Singers, they come and they go.

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