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(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….)

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(from 1979)

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She paints what is reflected

in tears that are neglected

and laughs at the picture

that she sees.

Still her thoughts become infected

with words that were rejected

and she knows that craziness

comes in degrees.

But the world will stand corrected

when her bones are resurrected

and she asks,

“How did you like my last strip-tease?”

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(c) 1979, 2014  Betty Hayes Albright

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……… (from 1979)

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She paints what is reflected

in the tears that are neglected

and laughs at the picture

that she sees.

.

Still her thoughts become infected

with words that were rejected

and she knows that craziness

comes in degrees.

.

But the world will stand corrected

when her bones are resurrected

and she asks,

“How did you like my last strip-tease?”

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(c) 1979, 2012  Betty Hayes Albright

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