Voices
We all have voices,
upstairs in our head.
Some will provide help,
some will leave you for dead.
Learning each voice,
can be quite hard to get done.
Learning which to choose,
will leave you second to none.
There is a voice for good,
and a voice for bad.
A voice for happy,
and a voice for sad.
The voices will fly,
like the birds in the spring.
Step up to the plate,
and take your best swing.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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