Paradoxes in my head,
come alive, to slowly spread,
chuckle at slow thoughts that tread,
as I lay in my own bed.
Susan Seymour, has a lisp,
given name, makes her tongue slip,
so afraid letters will trip,
shyness holds a solid grip.
Mister Cooper teaches math,
but has trouble counting cash,
numbers scramble in a flash,
still he follows passions path.
Counselors need counseling,
need to cut off troubled strings,
clients bring problems that cling,
releasing, helps their hearts bling.
Optometrist with poor sight,
blurred vision does not seem right,
closes eyes to see the light,
glasses turn things clear and bright.
Irony that tell a tale,
twists that turn within a scale,
uniqueness, carries details,
while creating distinct sails.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on April 26, 2022 repurposed for Moonwashed Weekly Challenge January 16, 2024
Prompt – Uniqueness
