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Newsrooms Hanging In the Wind

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Newsrooms Hanging in the Wind
David J Walker

I have been in them plenty
Spent my life attempting to empty

The world around me of its darkness
         Its greedy hardness
Greeting me in a daily challenge 

I knew that by the end, of the 
6 O’clock news
I would win

My desk was an alter
My Olympic typewriter the 
Printer of truth 

The Newsroom itself a sanctuary 
Immune to the retaliations of the
Exposed

Those were the days, I supposed
Would never end

But the final sign off has
Come and gone and

I left hanging in the wind

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Vernon Witmer

Date: 1/16/2021 5:54:00 AM

powerful piece, David. Very relate-able. I enjoy this kind of personal and meaningful disclosure. Refreshing insight into the human soul. This is my kind of poetry, marked as Fav. mikey.

David Walker
Date: 1/16/2021 9:03:00 AM

Mikey, thanks so much for your comment. I do miss those "Glory Days" as a young reporter. Maybe a bit too idealist!