Spent countless hours
of countless nights
polishing the words he’s
written down in
a battered pair of notebooks

Stepped sheepishly
to the stage and
took up, with great
caution, a
microphone

Then carefully,
whispered the words he’d
coveted so long
so that anyone in the room
could hear him

Too bad no one was listening

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