Morning Inventory

Morning Inventory

I am too enchanted with my failures,
too immersed in my orgy of self-doubt.
Like a withering rose, I approach my end
with placid unease; what might I have been
a muted question unanswered in the Universe.

What did god know when he made me,
and when did he know it?

Or was I only an accident of drunken lust
regretted too late and forever a stubbed
toe salved and bandaged
in social obesiant propriety?

What did god know when he made me,
and when did he know it?

Life is too swift and strong a river
to swim against current and I ride unwilling,
weightless flotsam flowing in directions
I would not, or should not go.

What did god know when he made me,
and when did he know it?

………………………………………….April 8, 2004

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About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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One Response to Morning Inventory

  1. maidenfiji says:

    Slivers of Blake. Lovely.

    Like

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