Adrift

14 line poem by 17 year old

People say I am Hollow,

Other People say I am Empty,

While Others say I am Brittle.

Little do these critics guess,

That I, Jason, once had a clash and lost,

Little do these same critics

That in I, Jason, Heart, Duty & Ethics battle,

They wonder why I, Jason, am so,

They sneer, they scorn,

They strike with serpent tongue,

But when these same critics clash and lose,

When they are after hollow, empty and brittle,

They shall wonder why fortune has turned on the so badly,

But will, but shall never know as I, Jason. 

Composed by raymondofthewoods

Raymond Lee Collins, age 17

Belleville, Illinois

January 13, 1970

copyright reserved by the publisher, Carol A Wells

Author's Note

published posthumously in loving memory