Michael

A Poet , a dreamer , a man named Michael. Named after my father and also a saint. Drifting through time with my pen I paint. Just a soul gliding in and out of God's cycle. My name is known as the Godfather's last son. Also a star who wore a little white glove. But mostly just me who writes from love. An Angel I'm not , but there's no harm in my fun. Though I'm not Michael the second. I tried to fill my dad's big shoes. We coached together whether win or lose. Such times imbedded in my heart as his son. Now my own man and later in life poet. I share my life in words to those who can't see me. I hope to touch a few of those who read and feel me. Each new write is another way for me to show it. Now you have a clearer view of Michael your friend. A confused life at times but now has found his sight. With Rosanna by my side all is good, and life is just right. I'm stronger for it all and never will this heart bend. "What's In a Name Contest" by The Sweetheart of Poetry Soup