I am going to attempt to write a poem for everyday of this month… we shall see how that goes..here is the first one to go with the prompt that was provided.. something about birth or a new arrival … I have a hard time follow directions.
I was born once
To starving lovers,
I was born to a world of striving and heaving.
And abundant affection,
Of a sort….
I was born once..
To a hard working poor man
A rich working poor man.
Born under the middle class ceiling
Crying for meaning.
Trying to be more then anyone, believing.
I was born once to the world
And Stamped like cattle.
Prodded to perform
Expectd to conform
Clipped in the ear and told to listen
Slapped on the hand
When I thought of Sin’n.
I was born once to the real world
Ignored the pleas to follow rules.
I was born once and I was born a fool,
But I don’t have to die one…..