am I dying?
is this lie I'm lying in
not my death bed?
was I not born and raised
taught and trained
to be the man I am?
so who failed then?
me whose way was barred
went wayward
as would any so tarred
and feathered
when the wind is
buffeting
nary a smorgasbord
nor a lilting breeze for me
nought but the storm
caught four square
dead on
can tame what ails thee