Ronald Bingham Poet Narrative

T'Was Once But I Tain'T No More

Know one knows the life I’ve had,
   I grew up dirt poor but don’t be sad.
Material things were always out of reach,
   But the lessons I learned no classroom could ever teach.
It seems like all my life I have walked on the edge,
   Being a hard case was my only pledge.
To walk my walk you had to stand tough,
   And just to be good wasn’t good enough.
Some call it ego I call it being a man,
   And sucking up pain used to be part of the plan.
Truth be known I’m lucky to be alive,
   Chalk it up to a stubborn attitude and a will to survive.
I guess I use myself as a measuring stick,
   And I know that is wrong and it makes me sick.
Another truth I don’t like to admit,
   Is my old body done wore out before I was ready to quit.
So if I offend I’m probably not mad at you,
    It’s just that I get frustrated not being able to do what I use to do.
My star that use to shine so bright,
    Is now just darkness and hidden from sight.
I’m like a Chihuahua with a ferocious bark,
    I can sound pretty tough standing in the dark.

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