Lost In My Sand Box Poem by James McLain

Never mature enough to have children
she shouldn't and I supposed her to many to have.
I watched life go by, through her eye's.
Having to watch the young and the restless each day,
so I could watch dark shadows.

On the television at night, I saw how men died,
the pain on their face, I couldn't bear.
These were times of hopelessness, times of fear like today,
life for for a first born was brutal
' look ' from a traumatized childhood I came.

There was no such thing's as ethics with
morality out of control.
Bondage that knew no control out side looking in at what came first?
Falling from the sky most went black.
With her being the master over that part of his flesh.
Wrinkled lip's that grew full in old age.