THE MORNING OF MY LIFE
(from official Rod McKuen site)
The planting
of my new life
now begins.
Not starting over,
for this month
I'll be little more
than one year old
having had my birth
the night I fell down
in your arms last year
only to rise up
and fall back down again.
And so it is
the morning of my life.
Here I am,
naked, like a child man
open to you always.
In some other life
I started building
all I've built for you,
never knowing you
never knowing
it would be you.
The planting of my new life
now begins
and you will be the farmer
tending me till harvest.
- from "Calendar Poems, " 1968, 1988
(from official Rod McKuen site)
The planting
of my new life
now begins.
Not starting over,
for this month
I'll be little more
than one year old
having had my birth
the night I fell down
in your arms last year
only to rise up
and fall back down again.
And so it is
the morning of my life.
Here I am,
naked, like a child man
open to you always.
In some other life
I started building
all I've built for you,
never knowing you
never knowing
it would be you.
The planting of my new life
now begins
and you will be the farmer
tending me till harvest.
- from "Calendar Poems, " 1968, 1988
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