As I see the setting sun, <br />I’m reminded that I, too, am one <br />lying down for my repose, <br />pen in hand, I write my prose <br />and say a prayer for those few souls <br />who wish me well on my sojourn <br />I need not tell them they have earned <br />my great esteem, <br />they are destined for great things <br />and I only hope that when they grow wings <br />they remember the song I sing: <br />I am no servant, but they are kings. <br /> <br />As I see the rising moon, <br />I’m reminded that one day soon <br />the words I write, the riddles and runes <br />will bloom like flowers from the dunes. <br />For I have seen the desert sands <br />and tried to shape them with my hands. <br />Do not think that I am damned, <br />for as I depart, I see the lands <br />I leave were but a dream, <br />and I wake to reality. <br /> <br />To those who wish me harm I nod <br />and wish them well, they are the sod <br />from which future trees may grow, <br />I hope they’re planted where they know <br />that I see the mighty boughs <br />that will replace the willows they are now.<br /><br />Jesse Ellsbury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/human-nature-36/
