A interesting poem about life coming full circle and finding a meaning before its too late |
-Just A Few- by Keaton Foster Just a few Some Many Plenty How much Not known I’ll pretend Then again I opened this can I spoke the words Wrote them down Challenged myself And certainly Each one of you This poem Utter madness Instant classic Rightfully so I guess In my head Which was empty Became impregnated With such an idea No father No mother Spontaneous creation Gestated the concept Toiled and tossed Slept little if not Then I woke up Screaming Get out Leave me Release Now Just a few Some Many Plenty How much Sheer brilliance Utter insanity Now that is indeed A finer line One often crossed One often moved Perspective truth Here I am birthing Her I am lending life Will it continue on Or will it wilt and die I’ll never really know I’ll leave it to you I myself only produce I of course don’t use Once they exit me Commutative They forever come to be Free to do as they please Inspiring some Many not Questions raised What does this mean How can this be How does it relate Is there any power Solid weight Or is this man’s idea Complete nonsense Just a few Some Many Plenty How much The poet in me Whose brain bleeds From an ever darker disease Death will be The only relief But until then Pen to page Again and again Thousands of times A mountain of words Placed upon the page A few million children To be associated with my life Commutative property Not for profit or gain But for wisdom’s sake Words like these Will live onward Way beyond me And all of you Just a few… Just A Few Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |