Tommy trades baritone for a squeak
A sleuth's gruff tones for a rodent's trail,
uncovering his alchemy and genius .
A voice artist celebrating contentment
The gift of life and moody temperaments.
He calls the image his parent
Each character his sweet child
His voice is his prized legacy
Evergreen wonder is his lifetime.
From septuagenarian conventions ,
He has marked his curtain calls.
No longer the meandering canoe
taking steep falls .
A smile crowned with pride
festooned with talent,
An affiliation to joy
These are his prized possessions.
Mona couldnt be more thankful,
dipping her spirits in his success,
releasing true declarations of love.
A satisfied soul is all they pine for.
They had plied tricks of their trades
Worshipped their cubicle desks for a decade
The idler's hat was all they tipped,
crowned with handsome pink slips .
Then both went astray,
promising each other mutual echoes.
Those voices were their calling cards,
going rum pum pum and la la la,
reading intelligence in foreign faces
dividing glee in studio hours.
Their tradition is in wonder
Their commitment to the love of craft.
They adorn
each day with overpowering fulfillment,
retiring with the gift of beautiful slumber.
THE VOICE ARTISTS .
PICKING UP WAYS IN MUTUAL ECHOES.
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PoetryTHIS IS AN ASSORTMENT OF POEMS THAT VARY IN MOOD, THEME AND VISION. VERSATILITY IS MY COMMON AIM AND I HAVE POURED OUT MY HEART AND SOUL INTO EACH OF THESE WORKS. I HOPE MY VISION FINDS A MIRROR IN YOUR HEARTFELT RESPONSES. LET THIS POETIC JOURNEY...
