Trombone

Trombone 
She wears a blue jacket that reeks of cologne.
She thinks of past days while she waits by the phone.
She feels as if she is a failure or a family disgrace.
While tears fall from her eyes and pour down her face.
It's a rainy day around her as she plays her trombone.
Each day people pass and ignore her backbone.
Once her tears subside and slow down their pace.
She wipes off her hands and lifts up her face.
Her heart now mended, corrected and sewn.
She begins to feel better now and continues her journey to home.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

welcome to the cafe...I think this is wonderful, very emotional and so well expressed

[Daph]

Thank you Kim! I’m happy to know you found strong emotion in this poem.

[Daph]

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[Levi Levin]

I think this is a great poem. Very well written with good rhymes. I look forward to reading more. Great job and good luck!

[Daph]

Thank you Levi! I appreciate your kind words.

[Levi Levin]

Your welcome:)