Sinatra Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
Sinatra
Leaning towards the pride of Hoboken,
I learned to listen with both ears —
And my wandering soul—
Whose cellar harbours old kegs of sweet
Songs that warm the spirits and embolden one
With just one hum of that pleasantly unique voice,
So frank and euphonious
That I crave love.
Thursday, March 6, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
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