Poetry
1 min
The Didgeridoo
Jeffrey Zhu
He slaves away, working the wood
The blows echoe far and wide
At last, it is finished -
His work, so fine
Alas, the symphony
Had no need of mine
The blows echoe far and wide
At last, it is finished -
His work, so fine
Alas, the symphony
Had no need of mine
We don't need you here
You're not of interest
You make a screech
We can't bear to hear
My slender body, made of Eucalyptus wood
My fine, pointed mouth, so proud of its shape
My pointed end, a sharp, firm edge
Yet my sound, unrefined, was more of a scrape
I practiced and practiced
For days uncounted
I listened and listened
For my sound, gradually improving.
We'll give you one chance
That's all we'll do
It's up to you
To make your stand
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The triangle went ding
To signal the start
The instruments played
Their merry song
I stepped up to the front
As the finale neared
All eyes were on me
As I blew with all my might
My final fight
The heavenly sound echoed across the room
For all those to hear - the sound of my gloom
The sound of my sorrow, turned into joy
For once in my life, I felt happy
I was not unemployed
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