Voice Poem by Bill Grace

Voice



Here I speak
Here you hear
Though hand to pen no longer clasps
To cast a word to paper.
A fragile thing a word
Still, it is my passion
And as I live it is
A fairer hand not being found.

Thursday, January 1, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: passion
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