I Reflect...

John R. Carter Sr.
May, 1992

Upon these things, my head and heart.
(Sometimes they seem so far apart.)
Coud I endure a life of shame
And think that it could be my fame?

I follow, senselessly, I'm sure,
A life no mortal should endure.
'Tis not of shame nor mirthful pride;
It is from Self I deftly hide.

Within these walls of inner strife
Is all there is of given life.
What more I shun there cannot be
'Till all that's left is you and me?

At last I looked at what I thought
Was something else - and it was naught.
What's there is here, and here is there.
Nor is there 'place' in 'everywhere'.

Of all these things of this I'm sure:
My deepest thought is never pure.
And so it is 'twix life and death
With every man from breath to breath.