I was not born for roses

 
 
 
I was not born for
roses
 
the gods of the stars
and airey heights did
not create me for glory
 
in all the wars of our
world there will be no
tales of heroicly brave
deeds preformed by
one such as I
 
and when death, that  
wretched reliever of pain  
arrives, I will dutifully  
answer the door
 
knowing that any thought,
purpose, song composed,
poem written will mean
less than the common ant
to the history of the universe  
 
I am one being
 
one small insignificant,  
terrified being.. .
 
among billions and
billions and billions  
of other small  
insignificant,  
terrified  
beings
 
in spite of all of
this  
 
through all the love  
gathered  
 
through all the love  
thrown away
 
through all the days  
of minute successes  
 
through all the years  
of grand failure  
 
through all the magnificent  
sadness  
 
through all the dying orchards
of joy
 
I am one being
 
one small insignificant,
terrified being
 
living one  
life...
 
mine

go now...

and live your
life