When I was a live man, A few years ago, For all I might say, For all I could do, I got no attention; My life was so small The world didn't know I was living at all. Such stolid indifference I couldn't allow; I swore that I'd matter, Never mind how. But after a lifetime Of failure and prayer, I broke my heart trying To make the world care. And now as I lie here, Feeding this tree, I am more to the world Than it is to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND DEATH by SARA TEASDALE EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE TO THE VERS LIBRIST WHO USES ONLY THE MINOR KEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE NAME OF LOVE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 95 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PERFECT UNION by MATHILDE BLIND |