What is in this name,
What heart does it speak.
Are the words always the same
What thoughts do entreat.
This rose, that is but yet a thorn
Leaves this life vanquished, forlorn.
What is this name, this word,
That in a still small shouting voice, unheard?
09/18/1981
Posted on 03/05/2007Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
