A Meaningful Man

Looking deep down into the ground,
I see my reflection without a sound.
I am not swinging from tree to tree.
I am not raising a family.

Suddenly, a piercing cry
Makes my heart jump, as if to die.
I can't comprehend the meaning of
The darkness that is rising up.

In a still moment I ponder whether
My life is more than a gliding feather.
I want to know I have a plan.
I'm sure I'll prove a meaningful man.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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