I do know where I am in time,
by Franklin J. Warren
A lonely place to sit and rhyme,
These poems of thoughts and desire,
Before going to that funeral fire.
I know my time here is short,
And without a cohort,
The days are long and lonely,
And have been thinking of you only.
I feel a closeness I do not understand,
But have the desire to be a man,
And show the level of desire and concern,
Of what I yearn.
I don't know if I can get past thirty years,
Of deprivation and all the tears,
But would surely like to try and see,
If these functions would return to me?
But I would never go without consent,
And always remain a gent,
And accept with gratitude what is allowed,
That leaves my head unbowed.