Poetry - Mr. Diplomat
By David Boddy
Mr. Diplomat
Always something to say
Speak the unspoken
Balance the books
Make the game
‘Fair to play’
We each have a voice
Vocal strings the chords they’re strung
Draw air in and out
Of two pink lungs
The table is level
In hand, the cards to lay
But not the ear to hear you
If you shy from center stage
Elbows and knees
Come try if you please
Mr. Diplomat
We need you in our wood of many trees
David is a lifestyle writer for La Tonique.