Why Am I Me
The matter of things and how I came to be me
Why was I born a human and not a tree?
We both stand on this earth, but what will
my use be?
I cannot figure it out, I just cannot see!
I am no warrior, I am but only a man
Going about my life doing the best I can
I am not important, neither am I strong
I am just like everyone, ordinary, simple and wrong!
I will perish like any other man as I am prone
to spoil and rust
And as I trust, heartache is a must
It’s a game I sometimes lose, it all depends on
which side of hell I choose!
Even with all of those demons I slay
I will die a thousand deaths in all my days
And eventually when I turn old, I would
have had my say!
30.3.22
Contest: A BRIAN STRAND PREMIER CHOICE
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2022
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