Born in the Wrong Time…

From the wrong time I have come,

From a point in time when children were chattel,

I have come to this future, with visions of the past,

From a time when men did things that would make one aghast…

I lived in that time, a part and parcel I was, to the last,

Did what I did, made to regret, did it again, regret it I did cast,

In this future time, these things, they are all just memories of my mind,

I would pay dearly, to forgive myself, to forget that self,

I am here only because I must live,

Here in this time, with little to give,

Memories from the past, tied to the mast, a whipping I do relive…

Again, herein, with time I must practice,

Prickly pain given me with such cactus,

Pain I live with forever and a day,

For the rest of my time, herein I say…

Can I exist in this time, infinitum?

Can I be safe & protect the self, from past longings?

Those thoughts from my past, they are as well yearnings,

Of a past so fearful, so indescribably tearful,

That I am, at present, quite frightened as to the results,

Of any future engaging in that which I cannot allow…

If one were to fathom, from my rant herein,

As to the full extent of this pain,

I would therefore allow, yes I would grant,

You the title of an intelligent man or woman,

So much able to digest, what I herein suggest…

                        © ed – 3/21/04