bringing this back as i think about my lil’ one. I could never recall a day i would be a father, thanks mom and dad for teaching me how to become one…
This will be my last poem for at least a week. Gotta head out of town on some business but thank you for stopping by and reading this work. The honor you guys show me makes it worth writing. This is an old poem; wrote this in high school; senior year I believe. Back in 1993 in St. Louis, MO.
Taking a stand
see me if you can.
a tiny man pacing down
to an existence,
a territory which was famous
to his own self
to his own people.
he looks through a tiny hole
with his tiny eyes
pondering on tiny dreams
with tiny expectations.
the surroundings were great
well, great to him
with yielding roots
clawing towards the dirt,
grimly looking rays
of scattered moonlight fell
upon his face
displaying somber, tears
and hope.
To
think
as
a
man
you
must
feel
like
a
human
being
with
heart
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