A Year of Poems – Day 174

“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation”
A million whispers resounding like a shout
Echoing out over still water like that person
who doesn’t know his voice scares the fish,
it grinds in a perpetual moan just below our awareness.

What truly is quiet is the hope that leads a few
It walks beside the quiet desperation
It wears the same clothes, runs the same commute
But when it speaks in a bright clear voice,
It sings.


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