The Fly

Once a fly about to die Lit on some poor musician's masterpiece And so did cease As a "D", Blessing a major key. That was an act of note! All jokes aside, the way he died Was grandiose-- (And not as he chose.) How oft we gloat To the empty air; We float and fall Not half so fair.

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Skat A

Date: 1/4/2016 11:47:00 AM

Jerrell, I see why this made publication. It's unique. To answer your question. would be a poet name Debbie Guzzi, she knows a lot about this kind of stuff. Enjoyed the poem. SKAT

Jerrell Jones
Date: 1/5/2016 5:39:00 AM

Thanks, Skat A.

Jerrell Jones

Date: 1/4/2016 7:49:00 AM

This poem was first published in the "DeKalb Literary Arts Journal" in the fall of 1968. I've yet to get info as to whether or not published poems can be submitted here.