Poetry

Man’s Lot

With a body hewn by the ages,
A changing I had no part in,
An effort I could not observe,
Among the countless made,
I had no choice in what it would be,
It couldn’t be but through sanction,
A passing through eternity’s gauges,

Time is evidence of its efficacy,
Eyes that are meant to see,
Hands that are meant to grasp,
Mind that is meant to know,

The universe has given me its graces,
It is my time to make use them,
Whether I am of misery or of joy,
In freedom or in slavery,
It is my lot to have what I have,
And to make of it what I must and can,
Into eternity I go through these paces,

In the total, these graces are small,
But for my purposes they are everything,
From which consequence comes,
Into my glory and life, I go.

Soulless

To live the life of the soulless
That horrid beasts would consume my flesh
Their wills overmatching mine
With waning love, I let out my light
A span of water poured into a hole

The Rabbit Hole

I’m taking a trip down the rabbit hole
to see how far down it goes
I’m taking a trip down the rabbit hole
to see all its pleasures and woes

It’s deep and dark and foreboding
and nothing quite makes sense
Each corner, I don’t know what it’s holding
and it surely can make one tense

But I have my mind and my body
And these have never been shoddy
Although not always standing tall
And somewhat bruised by the slope

I don’t want you to ever worry
And, surely, ever to see you sorry
I will never get lost and fall

For, you see, I brought rope