No, it has not been easy being me
Keeping life complicated, you see,
Doing normal things differently
Insisting always to live “Spirit Free!”
In the beginning, I was just a boy
Their only one, their pride and joy
Then, mom said, “That mold destroy!”
Due all the work she had to employ.
I hated school from the very start
Was boring to me, never in my heart
To read, write, silly games? Why start?
In a class of sweets, I was just a tart.
I found construction work more fun,
Then, oilfield roughneck, gave it a run.
My rock n’ roll gig was all too soon done
Hard worker, but surely a wayward son…
Then, Navy service in late 60’s arrived
Still thanking my God that I survived
With bountiful lessons which I derived
About real life - so into that I dived!
Tried college again over ship that sails
A job in New York and all that entails
Hard work, travel in international sales
And a million stories in old man tales!
Ah, yes, but no story would be complete
Without the good woman, I did meet;
Gave me decades, daughters, all so sweet,
“Hey, dad, met a boy. He’s really neat!”
So, what’s the lesson, the bottom line?
Be demanding of new adventure to find
New places, new people - never recline!
Life is many great things. Of it all, entwine!
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem of any type about your life, personality traits, and ambitions. |
Author Notes
Now, mid 70's, the road still calls and I answer...
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