"My Life"
Poetry
by trulee
I dream not of fortune and fame
I dream not of having a name
A life worth nothing
at a time so frightening
But if I could save one life
I won't live in vain
I dream not of love that provides for me
I dream not of water that fills up my greed
Cracked wooden water jar
Fullness is so far
But if a thirsty robin could drink from what's left in me
I won't live in vain
And if my jar is dry
And if an injured bird can nest in it
Safe to recover then my
Pain would be worth every bit
