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Poetry by Sheldon A. White

Added 7 November 2000

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This poem is by Sheldon A. White

I Lost All of My Friends

I lost all of my friends on the day that I was born,
Or maybe it was the day after when my welcome was worn.
I needed too much and had too little to give,
I never quite learned how I should live.

Nothing is an accident. Everything has a cause.
Our finite minds and bodies are governed by infinite laws.
Not a single one of us just drops out of the sky,
The way that we are born sets the way that we die.

Some will die with honor, others will die in shame.
The way you end is determined by where you start the game.
Each thought and action follows what came before,
The outcome is determined without keeping score.

Choice is just an illusion that makes us feel free.
We think we control our destiny to be what we will be.
Our lives are unfolding following the master genetic code
Deciding who we meet and where we go, as we travel on life's road.

Love and friendship are cruel magic that just happen on the way,
Why we choose one love over another no-one can truly say.
Relationships like any other organ just grow from what's inside,
We learn what we can do by what we have already tried.

Earth can desire to be fire and water can want to be stone,
But attitude and desire cannot make those things so all on their own.
We understand chemistry and physics serving the natural law,
But we doubt that their natural extensions would work without flaw.

I am a miserable lonely person because I spring from that seed.
I have lost all of my friends because I don't fulfill their need.
They all still think they love me and they probably do.
Their complete absence from my life just tells me we are through.

None of them wants to be banished and I'm sure they truly care,
But space, time and harsh reality won't let me be there.
Thoughts and actions stretch back through time molding this day,
I can't just start over and I can't just walk away.

June 6, 1997 11:15 PM.