Voices
I met a homeless man whose name
I don't recall, but he had what sounds like
A million dollar voice.
I met Cal who said he was an electrician
which is not a career requiring great voice quality;
But he had a million dollar voice.
Tim used to own a swimming pool business.
He was homeless when I met him.
But he had a million dollar voice.
I thought such a voice would bring greater success.
So, I have often longed for a voice more like theirs;
One with a little more base and a little less tenor;
One that quickly commands attention when spoken.
God chose not to give me such an authoritative voice.
But I have not declined to use the voice God gave to me.
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2025
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