A Year of Poems – Day 210

It was late at night one Saturday morn
When a deaf young man cracked the creaky door
Back from the music that he once had heard
Trudging in brightly on his danced out shoes
That is what cacophony can create
A muddled, dull, laugh that nobody hears.


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