Lost And Found
(And Still Unclaimed)
I found a voice upon the ground,
Where it had tired, become earthbound.
I knew just how it had gotten there;
It rode a breeze, arrived by air.
Voices are carried on the wind,
With other sounds mixed well in.
It’s quite a mixture, when all is told,
The softer meek, the louder bold.
The louder voices travel first,
And often are the very worst.
Not the happiness sent on cheers,
But those awful self righteousness jeers.
Those latter assure us they all know
The one true path, the way to go.
Their intention always to misguide,
And make sure we hop on for the ride.
But what I had here was a quiet voice.
They fall first, they have no choice.
Those often carry an important word,
Held back that it would sound absurd?
Whispered softly, likely never heard,
This one carried the most important word.
Never reaching the intended ear,
Though probably said to one most dear.
