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I heard your call and turned my back. Denial’s cost turned future black. But you had other plans for me; And, now at last, I’ve set them free. I couldn’t hush your voice inside; And, ‘though sometimes it hurts my pride, I must admit I’ve come to view My conscience speaks---and it is you. Instilling sense of right and wrong.... A parent’s task, no simple song. Despite mistakes and awkward tries, I learned my conscience never lies. A whisper comes and softly speaks Commanding selfishness turn meek For conscience is a still, small voice But one that makes a better choice. |
Liked it. It rhymed so well. I loved it very much. As Ron said it was very profound. It is so true tht we must not ignore that small voice and what it tells us for it is usually the right choice. My favorite lines were... I heard your call and turned my back. Denial’s cost turned future black. and I must admit I’ve come to view My conscience speaks---and it is you. Those were so very true. When you turn your back on something that you know must be true, that that small voice is right, your whole future may become black and wrong. You did a great job about making yourself clear and understood. Great Job! | Posted on 2008-04-24 00:00:00 | by BeautifulSoul | [ Reply to This ] | You have a dynamite title to this one; one that draws the reader in! | I really like this profound and philosophical poem! Rarely is that "still, small voice" wrong, and woe to us if we fail to heed it, for we invariably make the wrong choice if we do! Congratulations on this most excellent poem!! | Posted on 2008-04-22 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | |