James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Epitaph

Appetite Epitaph-

Oh that I am that just a rock 
dirt and dust where am I on 
this earth and do I matter this
 I must once young once held 
power in my hands and arms
oh,  I am that I am just dust 
a dirt mound once beating
I'm found in the crust of earth 
I'm just dirt once moving soil 
a boil bones immortalize as 
the wind went into my being 
I was breathing alive so am I
 just there molded by the hands 
of a mighty God he breath into
Into my nostrils I stood I arose
I arrived our last this is part of my past 
at last not here Northern I am a spirit 
molded by clay within the air I breathe
long as I'm alive I live the wind passes 
I fall I crumble I'm dead so consuming 
is the thought that I am now abandoned 
at not now Spirit from Heaven that fell 
now I am just an abandoned wicken bone
stone dirt shell and if not repented fully
 repented delivered are in my days forever
 in hell


9/14/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

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