And Man, ' I Am Poem by James McLain

When age has spoken graceful words
that made me what I am not now.
Come if ever that I was and man, I am.
And every furrow tells me where he stood.
What time has lent I borrowed, given back.
When palaces of ice shall flow as melted snow.
And every vein, and all my heart, wears thin.
When birth displays her warmness turned my cheek.
And I myself her thrown I own, her picture seen.
Some finding naught of what I am, lass that I was.
No doubt which to us each believe, this or that.
Yea though I may falter, thus remains your name.
Was it when is penned or pencil drawn, remains.
And at dawn it's first completion, will still I see.
Cheek too cheek, and down and up upon the eve.
Beheld I am to her what she I meant too be.
My shadow she has kept, she gave it back to he.