What Am I?
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 03-24-2006
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Don't know where or how I was born
Can't remember nothin', at all
I Just woke up early one morn
Papa said I began to bawl
Lookin' like a sheep nearly shorn
Yep, I reckon that's how I was born
Life seems strange when we stop to wonder
If only we will and often we won't
From nothin' to nothin' or so we ponder
Sometimes life seems real, sometimes it 'don't
Moment to moment from clear skies to thunder
We come and go from 'hither to 'yonder
What's stuck betwixt and between we call life
A race to be run, a path to be trod
It passes too quickly in spite of its strife
What meaning to this? It all seems so odd
While kings come and go to horn, drum, and fife
We pay homage and wait for some afterlife
Too soon we grow old, too late we grow smart
In learning that we are the instrument
God is the artist, life is the art
I'm simply the pen to God's document
Can we ask about death before we depart?
Can the tool ask its maker where next on the chart?
Just live and let live, life and death both are gifts
For in God's hands the tool is also rewarded
Between painter and art there can be no rifts
Beyond all belief through faith we're awarded
Behind veils of concept lies that which uplifts
the soul, it's only the mind which drifts
For those who try to see eye with eye
And think all is lost with one's last breath
Are the same who use mind to know mind, but not I
Death doesn't end all, all ends not in death
All is but wonder, all else is a lie
Ask not what is death, ask instead what am I
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What am I? He is the potter I am the clay. He is the shepherd I am the sheep, he is the Father I am the son, we are his children, shall I go on. Great write, good job, thanks,
You write well my friend and I so miss all the time i use to have to comment here! I loved the way you laid this out. the story is true and we can only hope that we are here for more than just this existence. Great job as usual my friend, Anthony
WOW! That was incredible, truly incredible! A poem like this is quite rare, and very valuable to life's meaning. I still can't believe how you were able to weave the necessary words in just like that! And the rhyming? Phenomenal! And I loved the way you set up the structure.
Excellent, superb, tremendous, prodigious, phenomenal, amazing, astonishing, extraordinary, staggering, unbelievable, fantastic, and remarkable! :D
Very nice rhyming style and a good philosophical write. I guess it is best not to get depressed with all the questions in life, but just to enjoy the moment and put our trust and lives in God's hands.
"Too soon we grow old, too late we grow smart".... YES! Now, how soon before my 15 year old son realizes this? LOL. And the last two lines were very strong... very heavy message in but a couple words. I liked this as I do most all of your work. :-) Thank you for continually sharing it. And I will do my best to be more regular here at PNP. Hugs!
Welcome !
