Space, a Tribute To Wagon John
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I'm just a person
not a tree to be climbed,
Or trampoline to jump on
when so inclined.
A Frisbee I'm not,
to be tossed in the wind,
Or a carrier pigeon
so me, please don't send.
I'm no welcome mat
to be laid at one's door,
To wipe and be walked on
like some rug on the floor;
I'm not a balloon
to hold anothers hot air,
Nor am I a wagon
to be pulled here and there.
Count me not as a scapegoat
when things go askew,
Endeavoring to tickle my ears
as you invariably do.
I seek no man's pity
and God made me no fool,
Allowing myself to be used
makes me that person's tool.
Unlike the planted oak
The hardiest of trees,
I must be free to go,
like wind, when I please.
I wasn't placed here
to compete in life's race,
I'm just a person who requires
Solitude and "Space";
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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