One man can hold enough sun for many lifetimes, <br />if only the dust didn't covet <br />his body's inner darkness, <br />and long to lay claim to it. <br /> <br />For sun has counted every footstep <br />shadowed upon the land <br />from babyhood to adult, <br />and sun gives himself for free <br />to everyone that's above ground. <br /> <br />Sun, like a proud father <br />wants us to shine, <br />wants to show us off, <br />while dust wants only to cover us, <br />with its own- <br /> <br />And say yes, there is no doubt <br />he did great things; <br />but he's ours now, <br />we've got him down below here, <br />safe and sound, no more wandering around..<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-more-wandering-2/
