When I was a live man, A few years ago, For all I might say, For all I could do, I got no attention; My life was so small The world didn't know I was living at all. Such stolid indifference I couldn't allow; I swore that I'd matter, Never mind how. But after a lifetime Of failure and prayer, I broke my heart trying To make the world care. And now as I lie here, Feeding this tree, I am more to the world Than it is to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LOCKED OUT; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |