I write my name 1,000 times, <br />just to remember it. <br />I pause at 999... <br />if I do reach 1,000, and <br />do remember -finally- who I am, <br />what then? <br />Would an old poet <br />in a dusky bar <br />buy me a drink, hand me a golden pen, <br />and say: <br />' Well done ol' chap! You have arrived. <br />Now, go and write well, <br />for now you know who you are.'? <br />Must it take 1,000 insidious years...names...rhymes and lines <br />to live enough, <br />to come to discover that I am really alive? <br />Perhaps only a fool with a pen wandering <br />through his soul <br />would ask such a derogatory question; <br /> but then again, <br />it just may be <br />that this is the only question <br />that mankind has ever truly asked. <br />The only one worthy of being answered.<br /><br />Smoky Hoss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-question-59/
