Author: Jim McClean
Though I have no means nor power,
I see my star in the Heavens.
Frantically searching for its final resting place.
Like it I shine,
Seeking my home
I doubt I will get there,
Through no fault of my own
I blame convenient destiny.
In the distance there is laughter
Yet I choke amongst my self-brooding smoke
I have succumbed to the ways of the world.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|MartinV (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, March 12 2003, 07:57 pm|
I don't know of anyone who wouldn't understand this poem, the good life isn't always the best life.
Enjoyed your work, Thanks
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