One ‘e’ and uh…

* Best read sideways on mobile devices*

Who were you?
Who am I?
Lost my rhythm.
Can’t find my beat.
Lost between the measures.
Can’t translate the song
down to my feet.
One ‘e’ and uh, two ‘e’ and…
Don’t know why I had to meet ya,
Thought you could be my main feature.
Now there’s no way I’d want to treat ya,
To my life,
but you can be my teacher
I’ll sit here in class,
Or up in the bleachers.
Find the lessons from the past
and emerge as a leader.

© Sean Short 2019

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