[stylist] Expanded poem; Rabble

[Bill Outman]

Good evening folks.  

 

Since we have been having a discussion about putting our works before the
public I thought I would share with you the expanded version of my recent
submission.  I still will go back and read the comments on the first verse I
wrote.  

 

The updated version follows my signature.  

 

Bill Outman 

Secretary, Greater Daytona Beach Chapter 

National Federation of the Blind of Florida 

 

Rabble 

 

I am of the rabble.  

My words may sound like babble.  

Sometimes they have the spirit of a rebel, 

And stir the waters as if a tossed pebble.  

 

Should my voice be mellow, 

Or should it bellow?  

Unable to speak I feel yellow,  

Really an odd fellow.  

 

If my idea makes too big a wave, 

They'll say, "Sit down and behave!" 

Then I won't be their fave, 

Is it just approval I crave?  

 

Or if I should share, 

I really did dare.  

The idea's impact was bare.  

I wonder, "Does anyone care?"   

 

My thought is not queer, 

It's one you should hear.  

But away from it you steer 

Out of mortal fear.  

 

But I hope and I pray 

You'll like what I say.  

The words will have might 

>From the force of being right.  

 

Truth having been shown, 

Earning me a good name, 

'Round the world I am known 

With unfleeting fame.