One Word Of Hope

I’d rather write the truest book

  for just one man to read

 

Than draft that one of mass appeal

  to blush but never bleed

 

I’d rather speak that one great line

  to a canyon vast and wide

 

Than forever to recite mundane

  what an audience will comply

 

I’d rather die a poet’s death

  than an actors out on loan

 

I’d rather live within myself

  than in crowds where I’m alone

 

I’d rather give my last few breaths

  to that child at my knee

 

And leave with him one word of hope

  —that he may then set free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)

 

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