Hums
There is that repetitious hum
as clothes in the wash are spun,
the fridge plays some offbeat melody
while you struggle to find something good on tv;
for a moment there is that ring
of telephone marketers selling everything
all they really want to get
is your credit card number to put you in deeper debt;
step outside and breathe in fresh air
a hum will rise escaping all care,
so don't despair
a tune, a song, some mixed blend
can bring you calm and be your best friend.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2021
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