Leave Your Mark


Back in the tenders of my youth,

I was going to leave my mark on this world,
I placed my mark on the wall an alone came the painters,
They just repainted the wall. My mark was gone.

I went to river and jumped in,
The size of me in that water surely would make a difference,
When I go out the water went back the way it was before.
My mark on the river was not gone.

I went high into the air and flew leaving a trail across the sky.
Soon after I landed the wind and air currents erased my trail.
Only about five feet and seven inches tall, determine to leave my mark.
I traveled all around this country and this Old World and came back home.

No body knew or did the seem to care what I had seen or did,
Sitting quietly under the trees and the world didn’t seen to care.
As long as you fit in the colors and blend into daily routine of people,
Make a seen and do something weir people remember only for a short time.

Place your hand in the bucket of water,
Pull it out the water it goes back to what it was before.
Breathe too much air and nobody cares.
Borrow somebody’s air, underwater people gets all upset.

Fleshy –damped face and deeply notched forehead,
Apologetic eyes and time oval shaped mouth,
Wrinkles on the cheeks with a aging chin with a slit potbelly,
People think you fit in, as one of them.

Write a book and leave you’re mark of words for the eyes of men.
If they like you words, maybe they will remember you then.
Leave the words unfinished like a newborn that hasn’t walked yet.
Your future as an Author is like fragile and on rocky shores.

Bewildering as a mask life is what you get.
No body missed us till we’re gone.
Those only for a short while it like the breeze.
So walk next to me and enjoy my apologetic eyes and feeling of the heart.

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