No More Could I Seek

When my words are read

  by the common man

 

No higher praise could

  any writer stand

 

Awards and cheer

  from the seasoned elite

 

Pale when measured

  against those ‘in the street’

 

As I’m embraced

  by those ‘salt of the earth’

 

My spirit lifts,

  and I’m home from my search

 

Steadfast and loyal,

  their voices repeat

 

No more could I ask

  —no more could I seek

 

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

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