Contemplating they try,
Cannot, and wonder why.
My mind is out of reach.
My limits they try breach.
Like a tree that you prune
I’ll branch out very soon.
To the sky I will grow,
My desire makes it so.
Though my brain may be small
In time I will know it all.
Great can be packed small,
Let me help your recall:
David, who wrote the psalms,
The power of the atomic bomb.
Their large adversity regrets...
Their force you would not bet.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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