Who's To Say

The voices matter not what they might say.. Please, toss the scorn and names aside For, who can say, who has the right To be the one, who will decide Who can love...or who is a man? ~ There was a man of whom I speak So like a rose, with gentle hands A butterfly, alone, could safely light upon his palm and want to stay. This man could love a poem Could kiss a baby, could love a song, and still be big and strong He could hear the music, and weep a tear just because of beauty, heard He made a difference, with kindness done until his journey over, and he was gone A stronger man?....there was none ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------