Who Am I, Really--
Who am I, really? I want to explore my taproot
I am h-o-m-o sapiens, by gender, one of those males
A protestant of the Christian faith, entirely moot,
A writer of many sermons, stories, poems, and tales
A pastor, a teacher, a writer/author by trade
I am a father, friend, a neighbor, and confidante
Once I was young, handsome, and ruggedly made
Now, aging fast, infirmed--I have nothing to flaunt.
I have, in my lifetime, engaged in many professions
Studied hard and earned several difficult degrees
From many lands, I have collected many possessions
I am a naturalist, a conservationist, a hugger of trees
An adventurer, a traveler, a vagabond of sorts
Now an accomplished poet I spend most of my days
Relaxing at home, nursing my ills, dressed in shorts
Need no permissions, I suppose, I am set in my ways.
Long ago, I served my country; I am a patriotic man
I am a freethinker, a liberal, hard for some to figure
For nearly eighty years I have done the best I can
Fighting bullying and bigotry—ignites a protest vigor.
I think of myself as an inveterate lover, seldom a fighter;
On the other hand, I do not “suffer stupid fools gladly”
It is my desire to make the day of everyone I meet lighter
Rather than engage in mindless debate, I walk away sadly.
So, if you have read these verses, you know where I am at
And I know myself better for having written all of that!
written May 25, 2021
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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