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O Me! O Life!

GC Myers- The Restless Edge

The Restless Edge

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?


That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

There are mornings where I really need to hear some Walt Whitman. Today is one.

This is a verse that pretty much sums up my entire life’s motivation, that being a need to contribute my own individual verse to the book of life, to leave behind some lasting evidence of my short time on this earth.

This poem reminds me very much of the first drawing and poem of my own that I can remember. It no longer exists except in my memory but I believe I was in third grade, 8 or 9 years old. It was just a couple of lines called The Rat Race illustrated with a rough kid drawing of a tall skinny rat dressed as a runner with big sneakers.

Even at that age I felt what a constant grind life could be. Feeling small and voiceless, like most third-graders, I had already had a sense of how easily each of us might be overlooked in the crush of humanity and how it was on me to make my own mark.

In fact, it was a sense that our purpose in this life was to make that mark.

I still often feel like that small, voiceless third-grader. But I rest a bit easier now with the belief that my verse is somewhat written and that I have made some sort of small scratch of my own on the surface of this earth.

It might not be much but its mine.

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