Am.Was. Will Be. Always Am.
I am a man
this man I am
is not a perfect man
the man that I am is flawed.
I am flawed because the man that I am
is not the man that i was
I was a good man
one who would help out
one who would not deceive
that man was scorned by
the men that I will become better than,
the men who are like me now.
But in the end, there is one man
that I will be,
and that man
will become so perfect,
his soul so wise,
that he is whised away.
If you want to remeber who you were,
know who you are,
and see who you
Will B.
then you will
always be
you.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world