The World Knows What You Have Made - A Poem

Walked and ran and marched and climbed,

Hopped, galloped and crawled and cried.

Oceans of tears, lakes of sweat,

but they complain the water is murky yet.


Pretty like the dandelion,

have no fear not to be judged,

Ox of a man yet still not enough,

Scale of justice tipped away,

went somewhere far away.


Have no sorrow, one-man parade,

Does the world know what you have made?



Raindrops, trophies from the clouds,

How sweet made my heart warm.

The water is clear, crystalline lakes,

Sun peeping through the mountainous drapes.


Wipe that tear one by one,

Time has come little one,

Turn that frown upside down,

Get out of that shade,

Now quit marching my child,

'cuz the world knows what you have made.




                                                                       - Meval Thomas