Mind Making Man

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Mind Making Man

Poem by: Richmaggs

Genre: Poetry

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Poem by: Richmaggs

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Genre: Poetry

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Inspired by friends starting families. How I think I may feel if I was in their situation (which I am not!)For me, the emphasis would be on not merely creating a life but manufacturing a place in their brain for their memories. Obviously one cannot exist without the other, however, I see them as different enormous responsibilities.

Summary

Inspired by friends starting families. How I think I may feel if I was in their situation (which I am not!)For me, the emphasis would be on not merely creating a life but manufacturing a place in their brain for their memories. Obviously one cannot exist without the other, however, I see them as different enormous responsibilities.

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Submitted: August 20, 2011

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Submitted: August 20, 2011

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Mind Making Man.

 

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We live and we die and our history is made,

Providing the shallows for generations to wade

Through, but stop and think because nine months before,

You conceived a notion and you opened the door

To a tremendous sensation of responsibility,

In creating another being’s history.

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My history is mine, I love what I create,

My personal museum in which only I can curate.

Yet as I ponder the scale of my plans and our dreams

That seem so benign but my mind demands I feel

That it’s not merely a life that I hope I will mould,

But a brain that ferments and will one day be old.

A cellar of memories, a deep well of him.

It frightens me that this can be done on a whim.

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I list all the things that he will perhaps think.

His loves and his hates, trivia gone in a wink

Of his innocent young eye, but I made that too!

This heavy burden I feel in making you, you.

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The wistful nostalgia and rose tinted glass

That the grown ups all peer through when they yearn for their past.

My childhood now nothing but a canvas of thoughts,

Yet to wish that upon you is a thought that has brought

Me to the uneasy truth and a weight in my heart,

In my duty, my obligation to make your intellect start.

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Do I have the right to make a hole in your mind?

A hole for your memories where your future will find,

A need to reminisce, a place of private mystery,

My overwhelming sensation of building a home for your history.

 

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