a poem by Bill Powers, Denver VOICE vendor
I woke up this morning, so dark and bleak, unable to continue my laborious routine.
My spirit trudges on, yet the body has grown weak. Still I awake, and sorely I need.
When at last the VOICE cries out, “you can come and stand with me.” And now it’s not so dark & bleak.
I thank you VOICE for the change to proceed, as an active member of society.