In defence of being pardoned
In defence of being pardoned, Youthful way’s growing pains. Big feet stumble on the crack Unable to explain; a scene, An act, and we the actors A room with items various Of origin and shape The wondering Is cumbersome, I wonder Of each item’s significance Some, Like this copper cutlery holder Need more explaining. Through children we live vicariously Life full of effort With pain, Bad upbringing Troubled By feelings left untended Of the comforts of home I have no claim; A table, a chair, a window Snow, destitution How did the polar man survive? But that a child Dared to test the ice. Community in cities Foundation strength accepts All who dare Porcupine bids me, Take this quill in hand. As instructed by beaver of whose people you are Construct lines Cross the gap A soul submerged Deep in the mud of time. Amidst the sleeping snow. No pain; but a life Not ice; but strong should