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Snoopies Lament

Snoopies Lament

Am I I, or just a figure in my creators eye?
I dance, I sing, I ride dog houses to the sky?
How can you tell me that that is not I?

I will take my case to the supreme court.
Satchel in hand, briefs at the ready,
To argue that all those things you say I don't understand,
Why they are I, are not I an I?

Am I not I, not merely some cartoon on a blank paper?
Do I not kiss wonderfully and wet?
When some lonely maiden closes her eyes?
Do you not miss me when I'm not available in the morning?
I who have never told lies,
and have marched with the birds into the Wilderness.

Have I not outlived my purported Creator?
Dancing on into eternal weekends?
Have I not defeated the Red Baron,
when all others quailed at his feet?

Am I I, or just a figure in my Creators eye?
Do I not come alive in your heart?
Are we not in some way all playing our own part,
in this storyboard they call life?

I don't think you want to erase me.
Indeed You cannot erase me from your heart.
I am reborn in a thousand pages,
I dance in your dreams.
I am an archetype and a soul.
I am more than whole.
And yes even Charlie Brown has more than he knows.

Chris

This poem has something to say about eternity and connectedness.

Posted by cholte at November 16, 2004 07:31 PM