Sent Back

SENT BACK To stop crying, the last on my list I'm vexed, but against whom do I clench my fist? My Creator Who made me set for the next sail? Or my sailor Who sent me back with a willful wail? Thought like others, I would be well-formed And in nine months, even by burnt teeth, be welcomed Thought someday, I would see that wicked world The one whose news I hear from returnees Who have for weeks, months and years toured But here I am in cold, without a fleece O! How I packed wealth and health greedily! As I watched my transport approach speedily I had no plans to be a liability When asked how long I would stay I answered "years, possibly, eighty or ninety" In oblivion of my exit before a day Mother? Murderer? Whatever! I wish you killed just me Father, now farther You wasted my dreams and destiny Nevertheless, I'll wait patiently Till you walk in, however quietly We have scores to settle From me, Sent-Back.