A Voice

A Voice

It makes no difference what I write
No matter what I might feel
It has all been said in ages past
But it does not make it less real

Like ships that pass in the night
Who knows what load they carry
Only the flag they fly shows their origin
None of the “ports” where they tarry

So it is with most of humanity
We walk by so many because there are many
And what load, what story do they carry
What tears or laughter; who cares, if any

Flotsam and jetsam; papers in the wind
Left along the “roadside” all alone
What vessels do we sail each day
How many who “sail” by can atone

For their passage; who can pay
For what they feel and think
“Sailing” content on a perfect day
Who knows that they could sink

It makes no difference what I write
No matter what I think in my mind
No matter my laughter or my tears
It only matters to those who will find



I’m only another voice; crying in the wind