I am me, a walking talking living human
I, caged in my brain myself in command
Always thinking carried by my train of thoughts,
Stopping at stations of life rebounding with kindness
Aggression laughter and sadness in life’s situations.
God’s master creation the human race, heart bound
Expelling feelings of all kinds, I one of
Billions on earth each with their own
Concerns naturally for their own family,
Concern for a happy life to be born free.
I expel my thoughts that we all should
Live in the kingdom of freedom.
I am me, I am free, not so for many
In this world with human conflict.
Love fills my heart, love is the start
For a world of the free, yes,
For you and I, thru the eye of wisdom.
Unification of giving by everyone to feed
The starving of the world,
Who am I, I am one who wants to sell the wisdom
Of kindness for the poor without food without dignity,
It all just makes sense for us all to give.
Why readers gave you poor marks...! Because they never understood your astrocytes...! Sylva-MD-Poetry
A loving, sensitive and giving poem, the words are apt to stay with me.
The great thoughts of a man of noble disposition.. He wishes to see everyone free, feels for the deprived and is willing to do something to ameliorate the conditions of the poor... Great write! !
.............this is a great write....and I agree with you....we all should set an example and give to the less fortunate...
A very nice and cute soliloquy. Thank you so much for sharing. GBU in Abundance, with the very best wishes, Sylvia Frances Chan, dutch poetess, evangelist and world traveler.
I am me, I am free, not so for many In this world with human conflict. Love fills my heart, love is the start For a world of the free, yes, Verily, love frees us from all conflicts and miseries..........10
Great thoughts coincide. Yet from a poet’s point of view mine may have narrowed down a tad. Read mine – Who Am I – Adeline
We are all created as unique individuals. Each of us has a part to play on earth. Then all will come together as one. Good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though superior, human beings are a complex creature. It were good if everyone was as fortunate to know their reason, purpose and goal in life. Then we all could work toward a better world. But, many have yet to figure out their own identity, and therefore lack the ability to help others find theirs. “I am me, I am free, not so for many In this world with human conflict.” Unfortunate, but true. Thanks, Ken, for writing this sober piece.