The Song I Love...
I barely know him
but I know his voice all too well
soft tender touch and gold
his golden voice echoes in the dark of November
the gloomy autumn is doing its best to echo this beautiful velvet voice
Mr. Cole keeps me sane
his voice works wonders
though long and peaceful in his grave
his duty is not over yet
he still conquers many hearts
including mine most
has never seen his person,
but his voice is healing
how lucky I am that his voice can still be heard
over all fields and meadows
a soft, velvety voice....
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All rights reserved
Thursday, November 12,2020
A well crafted poem.... Truly heartwarming.......5 stars*****
...he still conquers many hearts including mine most has never seen his person, but his voice is healing how lucky I am that his voice can still be heard over all fields and meadows a soft, velvety voice........so touchingly and impressively inscribed. This is really y beautiful poem. Five stars.