A Song So Little Poem by Claudia Fitzgerald
A Song So Little
On an ordinary Sunday morning,
I feel an urge to send out a warning
to the blind and belittled human race. Fools.
And that little song,
pleasant and soft to my ears,
brightens up the day.
All around remains the knowledge of fate,
the sigh of the masses when it's too late,
as we stumble in blindness to the bright light.
And that pretty song
gives me an endless hope that
it's not over yet.
A well thought out poem that contained form which back up the entire meaning. If that what you were going for you accomplished it. Poem could need some punctuation to back up the meaning and form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 1:53:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi There Claudia: Your poem reminded me of one I had written while watching my five-year-old daughter as she was singing a song at the Kingdome Hall. As I saw the emotion well up in her eyes, it surprised me that one so young could get that emotional over the thoughts in a song. Of course, that inspired me to write a poem. It is called, ‘I Saw O’er Mist. Hope you enjoy it. Adeline