Everyday I wake up newborn
Walking out into life’s street
Everywhere a wolf and a thorn
Yet no covering for my feet
I learn to fall
And get a prick here
To experience it all
I also get a wolf-bite there
I chew on the grit and shit
Then re-present to the helpless
Those who are not fit
Being found gut-less
Who stumbled naked into earth
Ill-prepared for this jungle-land
And remained so since birth
So they can in turn understand
I have to teach them how:
-Not to expect thanks for every kind deed
-Not to repay evil for evil or be kind to only friends
-And karma is not the highest or only law
-Not to expect happy faces everywhere
-Not to expect things always go as planned
-Not to expect writing poetry always makes sense
Yet
-Not to be discouraged by all the above
-Not to expect life will always be complicated
-Not to rely on themselves apart from their Maker
Uninitiated into gangs out there
I have to do these as a child
And though wolf-thugs instill fear
I have my Maker as a guide
I Feel Shadows 