I started out alone
with no numbers and no words.
The people gave me food and clothes.
I loved the sun and birds.
And when I reach the end,
numbers and words all done,
have to be fed and dressed again,
I’ll love the birds and sun.
This little poem was published recently in Bewildering Stories, and I like it for a couple of reasons: its simplicity (echoing the simplicity of the states of beginning and end of life, the simplicity of the basics of being human); and its completeness – it covers an entire life, and I can’t think of more words that could be added; and the formality, not only of the simple rhythm and simple rhymes, but of the structure, the line-by-line echoing of the beginning of life in the end of life.
For all these reasons it is an easy little poem to remember and recite, and that is satisfying in itself.
Line 7 seems very “clunky” to me. “And have” or “At last to” would be better, in my opinion. Or you could drop “have” and reword slightly for meter.
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There are four feet in each stanza’s l.3, it’s deliberate. I read it very smoothly.
L.2 is the line I’m least satisfied with, because of the extra syllable. I’ve thought of dropping “with”.
(Probably influenced by hymns in my long-renounced Church of England boarding school days…)