From One's Soul Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

When a rawness has rubbed off,
And one knows they have paid the cost...
With that touch that is finished.
To glow and not diminish.
A gloss radiating seems to fit,
An acknowledgement that praises it.

Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.

Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.

When it's done from one's soul,
It can not be bought or sold.
With that giving of a gloss it gets.
And an attention that seems fit.

When it's done from one's soul,
It can not be repo(ed) .
With a polishing done to it.
And that gloss that seems to fit.

Raise up a glass.
And toast those facts at last.
That a polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.

When a rawness has rubbed off,
And one knows they have paid the cost...
It can not be repo(ed) .
When it's done from one's soul.
And...
A polishing done did it.
With a sparkling gloss it gets.