The Life Of Any Man Poem by James McLain

The Life of any 'Man' was spent,
brought forth by the minds of two
whom dwell ed without, therein.
Blowing bubbles as a babe as they
whom watch and over me, I see, them stay.
Born fearless and growing so much more
and less, I became again that one of which,
I looked I could never past.
Knowing no beast as that which one, you knew.
Ever pushing me aside, each night I felt it grow.
I, yea I, but a speck of light inside to bite and kick
your head,
each time it showed it's lovely unveiled face.
My country and my country has forced me herein
to re side inside this lonely rock strewn cave.
They whom hath no fear of me, yea but the fear
that dwells within, them selves is here to slay.
My world is but some small caricature of yours it knows.
Being as it, like yours, continues to grow ever smaller.
Be not the prick I see at the end of the needle you
could never weld nor even see, thou stabbed me with.
Be a good king, please now good 'Lad'.
That ass you see right o'er there,
she needs your help to climb again, upon it.
So I may soon, each day I pray, take leave of it.....
The seal you bear, for her I shared, no longer may I wear.





s.f.b.