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

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