FIELDS OF TIME By Tom Jensen
I've been growing up
And am slowly
becoming a man
I'm twenty- four years old
And doing the best that I can
I've got big dreams
But I've had to put them on hold
Thus the way it presently
looks to me
Is that my one true calling
might never be
As my big book of poetry
Just keeps on getting
dusty and old
And the people
who I am trying to help
They no longer trust in me
Gave up on waiting for me
To finally fulfill my destiny
Such a waste of a mind like mine
Wasting its time on carpentry
I've got to simply find the time
To collect up my rhymes
If it is still not too late
To change the world's fate
Because some of my stuff
is so great
Somebody has to publish me
Just look at all
the seeds I've sewn
Look and see how they've grown
Throughout the fields of time
It damn near blew my mind
That nearly all
the weeds are gone
Oh see the sun
and how it shines
Not a single cloud left in the sky
Now I don't mean
to sound so surprised...
If there's a God
then he or she knows
Just how hard I have tried
He or she sees the seas
I have swam
And knows all
the mountains I've climbed
Sees how much I have grown
Knows of all the tears
I have cried
Senses every fear that I hide
When no one cares that I am
Sitting here all alone
Pondering how to get
blood from a stone
But lately I have since
changed my tune
I now get to see
the flowers in bloom
Reaping the rewards
of years of hard work
On this lazy afternoon
Feeling the sun and its warmth
As if every month is
April, May or June