Passing Whispers
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I don't write for the world.
There are a thousand Greats
A million Stars:
Socrates
Plato
Woodsworth
Frost
Their brilliance engulfs me.
I don't write for lovers
Or family.
Or friends.
My life can say it better
Than a few paltry words ever could.
I don't write for the past -
It can't be changed.
After all, how do I express lessons
Graven on souls?
I don't write for the future
That'd be silly
Because then I wouldn't understand
The now.
I don't even write for myself
I have all I need
And I've heard everything I've got to say.
I write instead in The Hope
That my passing whisper
Of frail meaning
Will be strong enough
To outlast
The deafening shouts
Of Everyone Else...
Even after my faint candle's gone out.
When that happens -
And it will -
Perhaps my whisper
Will reach the ear of
One
Person.
And I can almost see them smile
As they pass the whisper on.