FLOTSAM
The waves have just
tossed me
Up onto this shore.
I get up and walk on
To see what’s in store.
I move on unconcerned,
This isn’t the end.
I’m sure there’s
adventure
Just around that bend.
My ship has just sunk.
I’m blamed like Lord
Jim.
My degrees are
worthless,
My prospects are dim!
Are fetters of paper
And words of disdain
To define my character?
Did I toil in vain?
I look back again
At the path I have
tread
The misty black
mountains,
The valleys of dread.
I’ve run the whole
gamut
Of blame and emotion.
Each person’s an island
In an infinite ocean.
“Loss of employment”,
That man does proclaim.
Loss of good references
Upholding my Name!!
Pieces of paper
Toss’d ‘bout by the
wind
Can they offer insight
Into my soul and my
mind?
Little boxes labeled
‘A’,’B’,’C’,or’D’.
‘C’ says Non-Satis.
That box describes
ME???
But my soul is so fluid
It goes through the
box.
There’s a beautiful
garden
Beyond rusted locks.
Can one close all
doors?
Can spirits be trapped?
The hand there is
mortal
That delivers the slap.
He who thinks he is
master
And the other the
slave,
Waves sticks and waves
carrots
To make him behave!
But carrots, sticks,
paper
Like flotsam in sea
Are lost in the huge
waves
Of Eternity!
They’ll check my past
‘history’
They’ll check all my
mail.
Such threads do not
bind me.
There’s no twist in the
tale.
Not all the harsh words
,
No bureaucracy
Can measure the
immortal
Spirit in ME!
All I know is I’m
movin’
Something lures me on.
A light that’s within
me
Like a brilliant new
Dawn!
