On Fame
if forlorn hope were torn asunder
and dear friend pen could only wonder
if tears and cheers would disappear
without a trace, I only fear
that perfect phrase
that crystal word
adrift in silence
and
never
heard
until that day the heavens bow
and take my hand to show me how
a simple word enshrined in verse
can
truly
heal
the
universe
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009
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