Saturday, June 26, 2010

The Thing and Its Purpose

I have all my fingernails and toes
And places for them to go
Both of my eyes are here with things to see
Hair remains on my body with something to cover
I have a backbone with something to stand for
The word I get is I am healthy
The pain I feel is just enough for me to verify life
I have no promise of tomorrow, but then
I had no promise of today, did I?
The sky is dark right now with sleeping people to cover
If the sun returns tomorrow, the same people will swarm
And I will be here with something to think about.

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