were did i come from
were do i go
what is these things
that look down at me.
such faces they have
such sounds they make
these things that look
down at me
so big they are
so strange and yet
oh so familair
these things that look
down on me
one called mother
the other father
these two who look
down on me.
graham russell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-things-4/
