It called softer then soft
In the cold and clammer of a dark day
For those not really listening
Would've missed it
Dismissed as simply nothing
To worry at all about
Nothing more then a whisper
A blip or a bump in the night
When this does come
Be ready oh weary traveler
For it may only call once
A call in the dark
To truly succeed
Whether others have failed
Life is too short to miss it
I forsake you, be ready
For it is the call of opportunity
For a better you
For a better me
For a better tomorrow for us all
Keep your ears to the ground
And your eyes pealed
For when it calls it will do so softly
Be steady and ready
This poem is property of Anthony W. Pawlowski and can not be replicated in any way shape or form. This representation is for viewing only and is Copywritted 2011.
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