A Nursery Rhyme for the Stubborn Child

A Nursery Rhyme for the Stubborn Child
©2003
by:
John McCullough
Sunlight does it shine as bright
Even when it’s out of sight
On cloudy days and in the dead of night
And even if the clouds were gone
The circling hordes of carrion
Would take away my vision of the sun
Moving in cyclonic fashion
Spiraling in patient passion
If I should lose my will to carry on
They’ll swoop down and consume my flesh
And pick my bones and leave the rest
And rest a while and let my stuff digest
They’ll strip me of my nutrients
And shoot me out in excrement
To tumble freely on my last descent
The worms will further harvest me
And turn me into history
And life is such a mystery to me
Sunlight does it shine as bright
When bones are bleached to pearly white
On cloudy days and in the dead of night
Child of six up past eleven
Aspire to reach the age of seven
Close your eyes or turn your thoughts to heaven
The End
Amen
Good Night