Flat Tones Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Flat Tones
Sitting reluctantly through another cinco de mayo
celebration, senior style.
Music is fine and upbeat, yet we can do without
the many voices that are flat and hitting our ear
drums with their unheard tonal pitches.
Suffering silently, hoping, wishing, praying for
an end of this dismal performance.
Tactfully smiling, clapping on cue, minds in a
quandary, trying to be nice and not walk out of
the room.
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