Poetry speaks,
It has a Podium,
Like no other,
For the conscience, to bother,
The mind to jolt,
Awaken the soul,
Make us grow,
And even guide us,
From one shore to another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Thank you, Sandra, from my heart to yours! Your words are the true gold that make me a rich man! (Yeats said it best: My glory was I had such friends.)