I am..

I am the pen that writes the story told

Of tales of derring do that you might see

And as I write of others oh so bold

I pause in fear to write of what is me


I am the shoes upon the weary feet

Treking o're some misty glen or dale

I am the hands that once did strangers greet

Along life's ever winding trail


I am the lips that once kissed ladies fair

The eyes that spoke of love and so much pain

The smile to show my true love that I care

The heart now broken ne'r to love again


I am the will within a spirit free

Soaring o're all that I once knew

The laugh that sprang from happyness and glee

The love for life and all that once was true


I am the tear that winds it's salty trail

On countenance now solem in repose

The wish to do what's right and never fail

The wisdom of knowing when the book to close


I am the thoughts of all I feel and am

The father of the child that I did seed

I am the sole custodian of my soul

The hopes the fears of all that is a man


I am alas a flawed imperfect gene

Adrift on lifes 'er troubled shifting sea

And as the wind of time flows gently by

I am at last now glad that I am me


Brendan.
























Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2005-10-29 at 13:24

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John Ashleigh
So much desperation to see who you really are, brendon. Very powerful and the imagery is so low that it leaves the reader questioning scenery, which is a VERY good technique. Keep up your efforts!
2005-10-29