Grandfather’s Poem….The Kings We Think We Are

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Written 2-22-44 – by Leonard James, Lt. U.S. Army, World War II- in Cairo, Egypt, at age 21 (My Grandpa)

We people of this world aren’t the Kings we think we are.
We think we run this universe. We think we top the par.
We’ve lived our cycles here on Earth and passed on to our son
All the history with our progress, both finished and begun.

We marvel at our present state of livelihood and science.
We look with pride upon ourselves and build up self-reliance.
We’ve founded factories large and massive, beauty in their own.
With pride we view our cities and note how they have grown.

We’ve built our autos, ships and planes, for pleasure they were made.
We’ve harnessed lengthy rivers for the profits that they paid.
We love our homes so well equipped to please and comfort hearts.
We spare no cost in novelties or appetizing tarts.

We’ve clothed ourselves the very best, the styles front in mind.
We rate each class of people by the paths they’ve carved in time.
We’ve done our best to dodge the point of sweating with our hands.
We’ve bartered with the common folk at home and foreign lands.

We educate our children and study hard ourselves.
Each wants to be the master of the thing in which he delves.
We’ve built long level highways that nearly span the globe.
We travel at our leisure, into unknown lands we probe.

We prize these worldly treasures, hold them high in mind.
But have we actually done the things that credit human kind?
You can own the worldly riches, have everything you please,
But having that and that alone, your heart won’t rest in ease.

There is more than that to living, though each will form the whole.
The perfection of our lives will be when we acclaim the goal
That we have built around ourselves, our families and our neighbors
True friendship, love and brotherhood, and dropped our warring sabers.

Wars spring up on left and right, death calls growing boys;
Mangled health and bodies, which every war deploys.
Perfection, you might call it. I shall call it Hell.
I know no other term which describes it quite so well.

Having never found a scheme to terminate our troubles
Without continual squabbling in effervescent bubbles,
Then we haven’t made our goal in life, we haven’t learned to give.
We’ve only learned to grope for fame and never learned to live.

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7 thoughts on “Grandfather’s Poem….The Kings We Think We Are

    1. I found it amazing that he was so young and so wise. Huge capacity for deciphering truths, kindling friendships, and inspiring others. He had many positive attributes. Humor, wisdom beyond years, and creative ways of thinking out of the box. Love you xo

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