I am but made up
of something
I am but made up of wood,
Irrefutably strong as stupid wood;
Bore, the fiercest, a hole so deep
Or drive, the hardest, a nail to keep
For no pain I feel at all
That could endure me slip and fall.
But as the world takes it round
A single tear dropped and found; where
Collected in time, could bring the wood corroding
Be softened ‘til hard fiber gone eroding.
I am but made up of steel
Malleable, durable like steel;
Strike, unkindly, with hammer to thin
Still the stiffness of it will come to win;
Bar the intolerable heat to resist
Will make it melt and ceased to exist.
I am but made up of stone
Equally rough and tough to stone
Shields the heart that truly feels
Concrete blocks what it really deals-
Its might unquestionably patent,
Still it cracks and breaks on a sudden;
Its imprecision conclusively undesirable
Still it shows features of the supple.
I am but made up of something
Rare substance worth of nothing-
A pail of coarse-grained sand of emotion
A bucket-full of big smiles to cushioned;
A tainted paper crushed into crumples
The simplest use that helps the humble;
Like a broken arrow that shoots no more
Like a dismal clown that laughs no more.
These…these are all I am-
Ill-chosen thin-skinned man
Simple gaudy features
Meticulous unscrupulous gestures.
-J.K.P.
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