2003-08-24
6:28 a.m.

5230 Poem in honor of The Day of the Voice and the Totality of the Goodness of Clayton Aiken

5230 Poem in honor of The Day of the Voice and the Totality of the Goodness of Clayton Aiken

5230
By Donna
Submitted 7-21-03

One long night,
you sleep on the pavement.
A grain of sand.
The new day breaks.

The line moves slowly, your turn,
it's time to go.
On your chest, your new name,
number 5230.

Heart beat, palms wet,
adrenaline.
Humble man,
an instrument of Seraphim.

This is the closest you've come to fame,
so far.
Judges are baffled - what to do?
"...you don't look like a pop star."

Crooked smile, arms at your back,
you know.
This is not the last they'll see of
number 5230.

The public speaks, a second chance, wildcard -
a gift from God.
The Attention, the fans, applause,
so new, so odd.

A transformation, a new look,
all for show.
You're still the same man,
but no longer, number 5230.

A new life, a new purpose,
God's plan makes it so.
Remember those who loved you,
when you were number 5230.