Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Verse

Last Sound Heard

It was not the sound of babies crying

Or anger,
fear
Old folks dourly discussing
Nor disputes,
debates
Strident voices of cussing

It was not the sound of children weeping

Or taunts,
doubts
Young people rowdily ruminating
Nor oppression 
craftiness,
Ungrateful tones of murmuring

It was not the sound of grown ups mourning

Or dementia 
regrets,
Middle age crisis managing
Nor depression,
unforgiveness
Poisonous tongues of viper stings

The last sound heard was the sound of death dying

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Funom Makama June 17, 2017 at 9:27 AM Hello friend. Its been a while. LORD! This is just vintage you! Excellent, Awesome and a master in this covetous craft of writing. Keep on flowing the ink of your mind. A 7 for sure.

DM Babbit June 15, 2017 at 4:29 PM All I can say is WOW!

Chris Green June 15, 2017 at 3:25 PM I really like this change in styles for you my friend. The poem speaks in a loud whisper, so we may hear but it does not come across boisterously. Nicely dine my friend.

Heidi Sands June 15, 2017 at 12:46 PM Wow Freddie. This is another very powerful poem of yours. I read it twice. It hits the reader directly with such impact. Actually, I am saving it as a fav. :)