No More Could I Seek

When my words are read

  by the common man

 

No higher praise could

  any writer ask

 

The awards and the accolades

  from the intellectual elite

 

Pale in comparison

  to that man ‘in the street’

 

When my words are read

  by those ‘salt of the earth’

 

My spirit is lifted,

  and I’m home from my search

 

Both steadfast and loyal

  to themselves and to me

 

No more could I ask for

  —no more could I seek

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: Watching the New Hampshire Primary- February 9th, 2016) 

 

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