Comparison
Sunk its ugly teeth into me
I am sinking under the weight
I can’t seem to escape it this time
She is the Bella Soprano
The delight of all who hear her
I am but the one who cleans the stage
However I thought I might try to hum a tune
I skipped into my adventure
Wanting to listen to songs she’s sung
But now that I’ve heard her up close
I might just keep quiet
I’m sinking
Sinking into my own self-doubt
I’m thinking about exiting
A quick stage left and gone
Alas, the stage needs another clean
Secret Thoughts Within 
👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you Nick 😅
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As Mark Twain said, “Comparison is the death of joy.”
And well written, Secret✍️
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So true Nathi. Thanks for your thoughts on this one 😊💜
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Always my pleasure 😇
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That inner battle so well described – loved it
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Thank you dear friend 😊
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My absolute pleasure
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Eh, bella soprano, schmella gitano. ;)) The singing of the stagehand is pure like le moineau; si pur, si intéressant, si beau. 😚💕 I also feel this way though. May we clean stages, and sing from them, all together, here; flocking together, like birds and butterflies of a feather. 🦋 🙏🌤🐦
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Wild thing, you make my heart sing 🎶😊
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😃 🥰 🙏🙏 🐆 😊
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Love this poem. It’s really well written
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Thanks for sharing these thoughts 😊 I’m glad that you liked this piece.
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