The Sound of Sighing

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The Sound of Sighing

With apologies to Simon and Garfunkel

(It’s better when you sing it to the tune of Sounds of Silence)

Procrastination, my old friend You’ve come to visit me again I had a story sorta seeping While I’s in the night sleeping And the story that was creeping in my mind Is left behind Within the sound of sighing.

In restless times I walked my dog Suburb streets where drains are clogged Under heavy clouds that promised rain I pulled my hood over my head and brain When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a lightning bolt I’m such a dolt It stopped my sound of sighing.

And in the crackling light I’d seen A gob of peeps, maybe nineteen People reading with lips moving People hearing with earbud things Peers writing stories everyone would read I almost peed Bring on my sound of sighing.

“Dork,” I said, “Why don’t you know Sighs like a bunion grow Write all those words you have in mind What you put off will be left behind.” But my words like big damn raindrops fell And puddled in That mug of sighing.

And the peeps all turned away Reading other peers that day And the lightning flashed this divine Put off those words and you will find All those stinking words you left unwritten Ain’t good as those writ on building walls And bathroom stalls And forgotten in Tthe sound of sighing.

Thanks for taking time to read my meager offering. I appreciate you.

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