When I'm Gone Away Poem by James McLain

There is no simple way
that I can say,
a fire that once burned hot,
now fades away.

With out a thought, when I was young
I was a bee,
that sucked the morning light from
the midday sun.

How could I live a different life,
born again without prior knowledge of?
Could I know more, while knowing less and
live a better life
than what they've seen me struggle with?

He was one and done a leaf plucked from
his finger in the bush.
Her tree she choose was tall and leafy green
with vines that choked the sky.