Day 197: Strum

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it is too often proved
that misfits and kings
are equally moved
by the strumming of strings

 

for the heart is unkept
by the titles we keep
and the roots of our spirits
are common and deep

 

strum mighty
strum proud
strum whispering soft

 

strum without waiting
strum now
and strum oft’

 

play into yesterdays that passed without sound
make musical ‘morrows come merrily ‘round

 

and look in the eyes of those you sing by
for they, too, are aloft in their tune

 

on the day we might raise our chords, combined
for both misfit and king
is no day too soon

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