Great words are not in ventriloquence.
They are not even measured by eloquence.
Many have thought the wisdom of words to be in quantity;
Still many a word spoken often starve of quality.
Some have thought the right accent could do the magic.
How often we listen to wannabe “Yankees” sound tragic.
The ones whose words outlive, whose voices echo on,
Simply let out the fountain flowing from within.
Great words, are like a work of art, more like mirrors.
They paint us a man’s heart, giving us clear pictures.