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