Defining Me

There are mornings when I’m doom and gloomy, Other days I can wake up with joy, But there’s one thing that I know for certain No one feeling can define the boy! Almost seventy-four I have critics Those who judge never are that well versed Most especially those on the sidelines, God, those arm chair athletes are the worst! Now if we should meet in the arena And you’re beat up and sweaty like me, Then your voice might be one worth a listen, For your knowledge was bought with a fee! I would rather have human connection Than to try to find just happiness To be vulnerable to the future Give up shields spawned by man’s craziness. One can’t block loss and not limit real gain Or ban hatred and not limit love, Let me give up my pride and stay open, Prefer warmth to protection of glove. Long Tooth August 8, 2016