by Nick Quaglietta, 2019

I have something to say,
Which I want you to hear.
Yet, before I can speak
You first must draw near.

Is my talk worth your time?
In truth, I know not.
Though you’ll start to believe
If I’m in the right spot.

So, here I stand tall,
Hear my voice soar above,
As you’ve gathered around;
Now give me some love.

For each one of your souls
I now hold in my hand.
You’ll go wherever I lead;
Isn’t my podium grand?