The Autobiography of my Life

My life’s unedited,

A symphony uncomposed;

Words without pages,

Chords missing notes.

 

Weak character development,

Rambling unresolved plots;

Predictable stagnant clichés,

Riddled with flaws.

 

Lip-synching silence,

Shrill mute cries;

A caterwauling harmony,

Tone-deaf rhymes.

 

A rough draft

Nobody must read;

An original masterpiece

Written by me.

John Northcutt Young 

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About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking.
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