They sit there,

patiently waiting out their turn,

each one dreaming dreams

of how it could be –

how it should be;

and they sing their songs of yesterday,


for their five minutes

to tell all

of their lives.

 Written 12/07/2010. Published in Poetry.com, 2013.

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