Just A Man (An 'Invictus' Of Sorts) Poem by Katherine Tylor McCall

Just a man,
Just a being,
Some humble creature of evolution.
To what does he owe this endless toil?
To whom might he give thanks for his anguish and pain?
To be born to live in agony of mental and physical alike-
Then to perish in languid hopelessness till death take him.

Yet human nature contains some miniscule spec,
Of something so unnatural-
It lies within him-
that he might never die in vain;
His will to strive,
His will to love,
To have passion-
To not crawl into some dark opening,
And wait for death to consume him.

Throughout history he has always prevailed,
Through millenia he has survived earths tortures,
And now on the horizon of a new age-
He has victory over earth,
Over sky,
Over water,
Even space he has made his own.

So I ask this man of purpose...
Why are you not content?