Bob Dylan heard the voice <br />Of a poet who died in the gutter; <br />That dying voice <br />Then seeped into his soul <br />Imbuing him with beauty and truth. <br /> <br />And that voice <br />Of the old poet is now <br />As hard as twisted nails, <br />But it still has the rare beauty <br />Of complete honesty. <br /> <br />Thus I continue to follow <br />The great wandering gypsy of song.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bob-dylan-heard-the-voice/
