since you must live

It’s not so much what we have in this life that matters.
It’s what we do with what we have. Fred Rogers

I
your eyes behold
yet you have no vision
i’m so-called blind
yet i perish not
your fluid tongue
speaks but dark derision
born was i mute
yet excel in thought

II
i cannot walk
yet i am no cripple
my back bends low
for i’m bowed in pray’r
your wayward feet
make your journeys fickle
your haughty head
makes of life a jeer

III
your snooping ears
land you in the middle
of tangled webs
whence none can escape
i hear no ill
nor do i fear evil
lo, all your schemes
openly they gape!
 
IV
tho penniless
fortunes i have garnered
grow not times rust
nor do they corrupt
your golden touch
keeps you hemmed and cornered
afraid to sleep
lest thieves interrupt
 
V
i stand alone
yet i’m never lonely
i sit with kings
lose the common touch
not i; you sit
with the pompous only
but fall alone
emptiness your clutch

VI
your heart of stone
knows no kind affection
my broken soul
aches for spirits torn
beneath the pain
of earth’s vile afflictions
since you must live
therefore was i born

© Copyright 2020 January 02
by Clyve A. Bowen♫