My Life

Mine be a life in the woods,
where glow worm maketh the light.
With no life beyond the merry sound,
of dark & solemn air, of a summer’s night.


Allowed to learn to bend the arms,
to earth, where the springs of life
emerge, as is known to goats & cows,
which don’t read the dull & endless strife.


With power to react with self,
away from terrible beckoning of technology.
Far from the race for power & pelf,
with time to study nature & theology.


Sure, my dreams are put aside.
In this poor life, full of care
& are forgotten to fade
away with no time to stare
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