Nothing this time on God and his glory,
no epic hero story
nothing about the brilliant sun above
nor ‘bout new found love.
No dainty daffodils in the gardens,
nothing on the cuteness of children’s
darling play and ways,
nothing ‘bout smiling newborns
and fabulous unicorns.
I got nothing
Well, now I suppose this nothing
is actually… something.
Hear this classic sung brilliantly by Shirley Bassey, “I Who Have Nothing”. It did not inspire me to write this poem but this song has been stuck in my head lately.
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I know that song well. I especially love Ben E. King's version.