Feeble And Unworthy
Sometimes I glance beyond my dreams,
look upon the millions of distant stars
that blink at me from the dark heavens.
I then read the great philosophies
that line my filled bookshelves,
then suddenly I feel feeble and unworthy
whenever I lift my pen towards them.
I try to transcend my work
to cover most categories,
but always seem to be dragged back
to being the solitary of one.
Back to the humble beginnings
that swim around in my thoughts
haunting me again and again.
I strike out again and again
seeking new and uncharted directions
stumbling on and on to the end.
Another of my mile stones
that leaves me exhausted at the end
and glow no more than the previous,
leaving me looking at the greats
feeling feeble and unworthy.
One day I say to myself
my marker will enhance
the mantle crown I wish
and that will sit steadily on my head
and I will again look at the stars
blinking in the dark heavens
and this time smile back at them.
24 June 2012
poem by David Harris
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