I just couldn’t die: A poem 

With the skeletal remains of today 

I have residues that will lather tomorrow 

I was born like that, holding out to the blues, 

the reds, the greens and the yellows, and crimson as blood 

I almost died in my mother’s womb 

But a grace, a prayer, was a garden 

of sustenance. All limbs intact, I saw daylight. 

Even though I lost an eye when I was one 

I was still my Mum and Dad’s darling son. 

The river was crossed in childhood’s boat 

The skies drawn around me like a moat 

And I am a fortification with feet on earth 

The fire that took me through every rebirth 

This child was so lost, but never lost his way 

for the beginning at the end of the month of July 

It was decades of waiting. Destiny never does lie 

And the waiting, the patience, never given the bye 

I am the general of a generation that knows to fly 

And my soul’s flower wears a fragrance that never will die