No More Could I Seek
When my words are read
by the common man
No higher praise could
any writer stand
Awards and cheer
from the seasoned elite
Pale when measured
against those ‘in the street’
As I’m embraced
by those ‘salt of the earth’
My spirit lifts,
and I’m home from my search
Steadfast and loyal,
their voices repeat
No more could I ask
—no more could I seek
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the New Hampshire Primary- February 9th, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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