MARIO KIEFER

“I wept for the man without his voice, Until I learned that was his choice. I wept for the man who had no touch, Until I learned that was his crutch. I wept for the man who had no heart, Until I learned that was his tart. I wept for the man who had no mind, Until I learned he was disinclined. I wept for the man who had no soul, Until I learned that was his goal. I wept for the man who could not see, Until I learned that man was me. I wept for the man who could not cry, Until

You are the writer Of the poems that you pen Whether Comedy or Tragedy Depends on your ken. #Poetry