(Written in 1963 – age 16)
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Who am I, walking this earth
with my average looks and birth?
What am I doing here?
Do I deserve to be so near
to the beauty of grass and flowers
with my lowly, finite powers?
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Where do I stand in God’s home?
Was I put here to write poem after poem?
Why am I standing so small
in universes containing all?
When am I – near the end of time?
Or are we humans far behind?
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Will time and space ever rot,
or won’t the two ever stop?
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© 1963, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Re-posted from my 1960’s blog: Summers of Love
Bad poetry, but same old questions….)