Head so high( a poem by henry duke)

       Hope so high

Sitting on my pebbled bed

Slowly  comes the dawning day

Oh!Alas my innocent back aches;

As tears rolled down my softened cheeks.

Who told me Di's years ago?

My son; he said;why live like there was no tomorrow!

Today is the precious gift of tomorrow you have got,

But in contentment I sighed and laughed aloud.

What a wasted years I thought;

Gaining nothing but lost all,

Years of drinking and masturbation;

Laziness and waywardness of my youth.

How i wished those day's might be redeemed;

That I may walk in the way of simplicity,

Respecting the gift of my youthfulness!

For humanity is a gift of no insanity.

Young lad; I said, time's so short!

For days runs like the dying breath;

And finding one is natures bane!

Restore to me once more those innocence of my youth.

In lust i dwindled;

Feeling my Loin's with seeds of her virginity;

In all I thought they were mine.;

But now she calls with her fruit,

So young I cried!

Who shall save me from this vile of my insanity?

Wasted I thought, lost as of eden,

Living I sought in the death.

As I walked in starvation Seeking for the sting of that smiling death.

Who would save me from this misery?

For Soaked in my lacrimation, I sought for help above.

But as the rising sun came shining,

I saw the need to stand again.

Standing tall to redeem those wasted years,

In commitment to right those wrong of mine;

That I may be the light instead of darkness.

For there is an opportunity for those who seeks them in humility,