Years ago, four, I believe, I caught a show on BGT that took my breath away. I listened again…it still does and brings a tear to my eye.
For your enjoyment, now, as it might have been then:
Namaste,
Scott
Years ago, four, I believe, I caught a show on BGT that took my breath away. I listened again…it still does and brings a tear to my eye.
For your enjoyment, now, as it might have been then:
Namaste,
Scott
I did post a short poem below, but I could not help but post this clip which has 2 men singing a song that brought tears to my eyes. I am not certain I have ever heard it sung so well.
Following that with a poem is nearly inadequate, but I will try:
The Filth that was
By Scott L Vannatter
Oct 29, 1985
The last trickle of water swirled
. down the dusty drain
After the gurgle, I cried,
. “Why is it always like that – –
. swirl and trickle until it’s gone?”
Dingy porcelain stared.
. “Purity…Hah!”
The purest just went down the sewer.
Now the cleaning begins.
Make it sparkle, white, pure
So no one will know the filth that was.*
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*I marked out the last line in the original.
-What do you think? Leave it in? out? does it matter?
Namaste,
Scott
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