The Voice (poem)

He heard a voice he hadn’t heard before

It beckoned forth so anyone could hear

It seemed so strange so many did ignore

This melody which he now felt so clear

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It sang about a time so long ago

When things seemed so much brighter than today

His dreams then seemed to have a smoother flow

He wondered why they shouldn’t stay that way

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So nearer to the voice he ventured on

Not weary of so much he left behind

Not leery of such promises now drawn

And shadows looming furthest from his mind

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Here is the voice he hadn’t heard till now

Of all those little things he did not see

The truth of things he could not now avow

Is free to live a life once meant for he

Music only

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aviannovice 5 months ago from Stillwater, OK

That says it all, Martin. Well done!

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