The Orator
After a tepid greeting
A hush fell over the crowd
And as they took their seating
I spoke of my deeds so proud
On this stage I'd now embark
No teller of feeble lies
With a glance I saw the spark
And the wonder in their eyes
So with a smile on my face
I just boldly clamored on
And soon all over the place
That skeptical look was gone
A change from when I started
As their cheering voices called
Bowing, I then departed
And there left them all enthralled
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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