That voice on my brow which carries me through

Stretches along my anachronistic mind

Breaches through the softest cries

and changes what was blue

Family and friends, they cannot carry–

This weakness found within

But experience grins when the veil becomes thin

and all the world is merry

Categories: Modern Poetry Uncategorized

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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.