The Page
That stunningly beautiful day
(though through smog, the light really was grey)
In the mythic town
Where you live like a clown
In my hand the page finally lay
It was my dream for more than eight years
And down my face streamed muting tears
Vindication at last
But the outside seems vast
Paper's too thin to quash all my fears
Yet on this bright day in may
I ignore the words no one will say
My work's finally done
It is time to have fun
And for my home I will always pray
Copyright © Grace Williams | Year Posted 2012
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