The Child Of Now Poem by James McLain

Why I am, Am I why?
And you even though
at times, like these.
Even you grew very tired
open, closed the sea.
Hot were mine the days
mild were yours the nights.
Weary heart your heavy soul
was never felt far away.
Sore I know, are they your feet.
And the people were different then
than those.
I am by that
forced to touch is each your yesterday.
The child of now and speak today
if it is not yours, it is cast away.
Darkness without hope is such a heart
may they of yours in love never know.
Knowing why each seed it is.
Teachers but from the pain of the parent.
And the parents before i came their pain,
comes later before they again.
That from this of which is
needn't be cut when to oft it is.
From which end was it then from you once
and now from the other it is.