Indigent Poem by Patti Masterman
Indigent
I was so poor
Till I got this body;
No brain, no way
To think one thought-y.
I could not go
Either here or there,
Just floating above
On wayward air.
I'm glad I had
This fine flesh car,
Else I hadn't gone
Very far.
Someday I'll be
Like I used to be;
No head, no feet-
Disembodied.
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: air,body
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5/7/2024 6:16:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Good one, from start to finish. From whence we came, we shall return. True.