I Am Not Quite Whole Poem by James McLain

What I started soon I turn the page of life,
because it is I've aged.
And what of life for they whom does to young?

Word's are bug's to most as ink to page,
and what of greed?
I'm surrounded by deep tree's that is called power.

Oblivion then or God, as it draws near and can I
hear my name when it is called?
She has gone before me, before you go must I?
Questions I have ask, no answer have I heard.