Author: Jakob English
I was placed in an unsolvable prism
They call me the jack of all trades
I’d sure like to know why
I’m this pattern of mine
You’re a mystery
I am a history
Undeniable history
It’s become such a blur
I’m sure you’re aware of it
But I don’t know for sure
I am the prism person
I’d like to know why I’m called the jack of all trades
Outstanding poem. Well done.
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You’re too kind. Thanks for taking the time to comment -Eugenia!
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