Notes About The Poem
A string of thoughts, from beginning to end.
Awe To Optimism To Submission
When I woke up this morning,
I felt hopeful, eager, positive and calm.
I was going to teach myself to juggle,
Tossing balls from palm to palm.
I’d admired street performers perform their tricks,
On the corners of every street.
Buskers, young and old, made every little manoeuvre
Look simple, easy and neat.
They did the shuffle and box,
The barrage and chops
Cascading in perfect unity.
And I’d stood there amazed,
Enthralled and half crazed,
Knowing I’d fit right into this community.
So, what was once awe became optimism to learn,
To grow, to build and obtain.
And I threw the balls up, watching each of them fall,
Too fast for my little brain.
My optimism fled, waving goodbye,
Leaving me accepting a feeling of submission.
My brain’s not that fast, no juggling today,
I'm now in awe of a singing musician.
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