Me, Myself, and I
I guess you could call me a silly guy
For humor is how I get through the day.
I love telling stories, writing poetry, and romance
Each in its own separate way.
I could be called a "Hopeless Romantic"
As I have always been sentimental inside.
I learned that feeling growing up
Watching my parents, and their worlds collide.
I knew my Dad better than anyone...I think
He and I worked together for some time you see.
And when he died at an early age
Everyone seemed to be in tears but me.
Of the six kids in our family growing up
I had a brother named Ron that I was closest to.
He had a sense of humor and devotion to his family
And he would always find strange things for us to do.
We loved driving around in his old MG
When it worked it could do no wrong.
He took me for rides I'll never forget
To teach me his favorite Irish drinking songs.
His death really put me on the writer's path
As I eulogized him with "Remembering Ron".
But afterward I could not stop the words from coming out
As if a spigot had deliberately been turned on.
So I have written poetry, stories, and a few songs too
I'd like to publish something some day.
Getting to read and write here on the Soup
Pehrhaps, I will finally find the way.
I believe in the goodness of man's inner soul
And that God intended for us to be happy here.
The love of Wife, Child, and Family
Just make me want to stand and cheer!
I'd like to see us not have wars
Or even have cross words with others we meet.
Sometimes I plead my case in the words that I write
And sometimes, the proverbial "Dead Horse" do I beat.
I look at history as a great learning tool
For I've studied Antropology in college you see.
And all the past comes into the present time
At least, it does for me.
So I will write works about historical things
As much as I write about family, love, emotions, and silliness too.
Just so others can get some insight into me
And perhaps their own lives as they should do.
I don't know who will read my work
Or if they benefit at all from the things I say.
I only know that this passion to write
Is one that is here to stay.
Some people think I'm kind of grumpy
I guess that is also true.
But the words I write fill that void inside me
This is but one more poem...for you.
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