MS (9th December Nineteen Fifty / Tiglin, Wicklow, Ireland)

To An Insect On A Windowsill

god you’re ugly
and yet to another insect…..
who am i to feel superior
you’re good at what you do
perfectly adapted to what you are
i couldn’t cope in your life
and you can’t drive a car
yet both our lives could be
stamped out in an instant
i know it and you perhaps
more blessed, can’t
we are both alively
a little both the same
but god…..
you’re still ugly




martin swords
june 2009

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Comments (3)

Ah Martin - - and a fine piece on a bug - - in fact a tribute which is full of wit - love the introduction -; and the wise comparison too.....10 plus for this Martin - - greetings from Fay....
Thank you for the delightful smile this morning, Martin. This poem is as cute as a... bug. Hmmm... I wonder if insects think WE'RE ugly, as well. Well done! Warm regards, CJ Heck
beautiful profound theme.........thanks! ! ! !