Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #521 Words: avenge, lame, ticket, cram, gets, comfort, here, maybe, pulls, used, space, sit Pulls up to the station, boards train, ticket in hand. First car is crammed. Noisy riders in gabfest of gossip. Maybe next car might afford him comfort and peace. Here. An unoccupied space. He sits. He sighs. Feels used up like a tattered piece of garment. What a lame life he has led– is leading. How did he get stuck like a needle on an old recording repeating the same word over and over. All he sought was to avenge the cruel naysaying neighbors for belittling his family's failures. Successful businessman, denied joy. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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How very sad, but wonderful poem!
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Thanks, isaiah46.
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Satisfying! Funny, the train features in mine, but it’s a subway in NYC.
This is a sad tale indeed. The judgments of others can cloud our own worldview. Thanks, Amy
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Been there, done that ride on the subway.
Thanks, Amy.
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