Mack
I heard clarity
In the quiver of his voice
I saw quintessence
In his only choice
His thin frame
Stood rigid against the storm
And from his eyes
He kept hearts warm
Shelter is a place
Tangible by touch
The only thing left
By the destruction of so much
And in his gesture of hope
His actions did not lack
It was just a message of love
From a man called Mack
Copyright © Michael Moncrief | Year Posted 2017
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