I'am the son without the dad
I'am the boy who goes through the bad
I'am the guy who cant succeed in life
I'am the old man who has no wife
I'am the missing guy who can't be found
I'am the corpse underground
I'am the guy who everyone uses
I'am the man who has had many bruises
I'am the food left in the pot
I'am the dying man just here to rot.
the journey within begins with the question 'who am i? ' and the answer keeps changing as one 'grows' and writing poetry is an inward journey! go on, young man! best, indira
Wonderful written, I know of many who get old and still don't not known who they are. I also don't know who am I or what I am. I admire your self knowledge, loved this poem. Thank you for share,10.
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Son, don't know if you have ever heard about Jesus Christ... Only and only in him would you ever discover your true identity. Without Him, you will forever be a familiar stranger to yourself... Who Am I? - I am Christ's(1Corinthians 3: 23)