No Place For Me - Poem by Donald Yates
There are red worms in the earth, fishes in the sea,
There are birds flying overhead but there is no place for me.
The lily of the field has a lot of appeal and the streams course toward the sea.
But in the scheme of it all, whatever befalls, there is still no place for me.
I am doomed to wander in a world of despair,
And as lost as I seem to be,
I have cast my fate upon the fair,
But there is still no place for me.
The stars in heaven shine so bright
And rains fall upon fields of light,
I sought the course within my vain,
Without thought of a warning brain,
And there I strode once again
Without soul and trimmered limb.
I chose to be where I am,
Not knowing where the road would end
I took my life’s turns and bends,
And now I cast my fate to the edge,
To the very edge of the cliff I trudge.
Then I’ll leap into space you see,
Because I’ve found no place for me.
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