Born screaming small into this world-Living I am.
Occupational therapy twixt birth and death-What was I before?
What will I be next?
What am I now?
Cruel answer carried in the jesting mindof a careless GodI will not bend and
When I die.
If He says my sins are myriadI will ask why He made me so
And he will say 'My chisels were blunt'I will say 'Then why did you make somany of me'.
