The poems come from all directions <br />They overwhelm with their meanings and their beauties- <br />How many voices and names finer than mine <br />Have there been and will there be in the world? <br />Hundreds? Thousands? Millions? <br /> <br />It does not matter. <br /> <br />Each of us is only the voice he alone is. <br />And how strong how great that voice is <br />Is not given by measuring against others. <br />If I am nothing and nothing forever <br />As I most likely am and will be <br />It is not because there are so so many <br />Better than me.<br /><br />Shalom Freedman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poems-come-from-all-directions/
