IN THE GOLAN HEIGHTS, ISRAEL 

MY FIRST PHOTO OP IN CARACAS, VENEZUELA 

A WITNESS TO MY LIFE!

A Witness to My Life

I need a witness to my life.
To the excruciating pain I can hardly bear,
A degree and dimension of loneliness beyond compare,
An unquenchable, unrequited longing,
For a lasting relationship and a love that transcends despair.

I need a witness to appreciate and validate,
The inconsolable grief and frustration that is my lot,
As I morosely contemplate the things that might have been,
So many missed opportunities and bitter failures,
That time cannot reconcile - that were by cant and hypocrisy begot.

I need a witness who could belatedly realize and attest to,
The depth of my commitment and unselfish concern,
For those who uniformly, mistakenly perceive
The truth I strain and struggle to glean,
As the means of their exposure - not their enlightenment.

I need a witness to my life,
Who could unequivocally support and share,
The honorable, quixotic vision I have fashioned,
Of social and economic relations informed and imbued,
With unfettered compassion, reason, honesty and TRUTH.

I need a witness to my life,
Who fully appreciates and is willing to ratify,
That I have relentlessly striven to do my duty,
To follow the dictates of my conscience,
And do what I believe is RIGHT.

William E. Virtue

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