A Common Man

To have been set loose once again to roam the world
Has been humbling. I've been put at ease by that.
Inside the hospital, I was a wounded monarch.
All around were fawning courtiers, who gripped my arm,
Who brought me drugs, who, without fail, would ask
If there was anything that they could do for me,
And pompous councelors who'd stop to let me
Profit from their knowledge. They alone knew how
To save me. Condescending, they said so,
But now I'm just another body blundering, as bumble
Bees do, through a world which will get along just
Fine if I am here or not. I like the thought of that.
I'll live a while, if I'm lucky. Then, I'll die, and, like
All others, my life will amount to nothing: some
Strange sequence of peculiar chemical reactions
Which occur because they can and must on this
Odd place, no monarch's realm, three planets from
An altogether undistinguished star.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-01 at 01:28

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