Collected Sounds

Poem By L MILTON HANKINS

I wonder how I came to be
My inner self's best symphony
I started out with sweet, sweet blends
Inclined to avoid the long-held ends.

Came those days of anxious fears
They characterized my middle years
When sustaining wage and family
Was all I ever deigned to see.

Somewhere along my merry way
I collected noises where'er they lay
Unaware they gathered in my brain
They caused me neither joy nor pain.

They lingered there throughout my life
And now they play me like a fife
I wonder how I came to be
This amalgam of cacophony.

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