Robert Fulton Laird

Bestow

I look around me—
in the known—
and I could do this all
for years to come.

Always barely make—
celebrate survival—
by safetly nightly sleeping
on my own.

Oh, I'll be sure, surrounded—
by many that true, love me
and there will be the times
of total joy.

As it'll be hit and missing—
my heart between the friction—
that I've become so used to
since a boy.

But, I could never live with—
a lesser me in comfort—
protected by
what never wants to grow.

Though I'm not perfect too—
that world could never do—
what this universe, so grand,
would fast, bestow.

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