“The Voice” – a poem

The voice

Gave his opinion

Never shyly.

Screaming!

For decades

Every three years

(or so it seemed)

He’d wake up.

I heard him,

Heeded his advice.

Move. Quit your job.

Try this. Fulfill that dream.

Five countries, fourteen cities

Countless companies

Improve comedy, grad school

Be a writer; see the world.

Recently, a change.

Opinions are still given.

Not screamed.

Whispered.

The voice is tired?

Retired?

Maybe it’s time

We both stop.

(Screamed)

Hell no!!!

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