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(Written in 1963 – age 16)


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?


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?


Will time and space ever rot,

or won’t the two ever stop?


© 1963, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright


(Re-posted from my 1960’s blog:  Summers of Love

Bad poetry, but same old questions….)

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