If my hands could know the warp and weft- of all there is to touch,
If my voice knew the ranges- of verses and song and such,
If my eyes could see the beauty- without a moron’s stare,
If I only knew the words to write- exactly what was there,
If my mind could fully comprehend- all there is to learn,
Then I would take a smiling step toward the waiting urn!! …
Ellie
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