3 May 2024 9:25 AM
I am a kind man but sometimes grouchy
I am a neat man but sometimes slouchy
I am a handy man but sometimes I can't
I am a calm man but sometimes I rant
I am a loving man but some things I hate
I am a patient man but some times irate
I am a Godly man but sometimes I fail
I am a strong man but sometimes I'm frail
I try to listen and understand
I try to help and lend a hand
I am not as perfect as I can be
But I am a good man if you can stand me
What is normal?
I have skin, eyes to see, a nose to smell, a mouth to eat, ears to hear the songs I love.
Normal but feel like extraterrestrials from above.
I yearn to travel to places I have never seen.
Will I feel normal when I go across sea?
I understand people more than most.
Because of that I observe and seem invisible like I'm a ghost.
I dress pretty normal for a lady.
Put mismatching socks slouchy hat maybe.
My eyes are big, honest, and kind.
Maybe normal isn't a thing I can find.
Unique as I am is beautiful too.
At least I'm genuine, yes it's true.
I love chasing sunsets like a gypsy.
Nature calls making me shifty.
I see through people and know their heart.
I'm sensitive not normal and accepting myself is a start.
I'm creative, an artist, a writer, a poet.
At least I am me and I know it.
The wind rustles leaves against his dirty ankles.
His focus is three feet to the front at the ground.
Oversize clothes hang from his frame.
A patina of ground in dirt and grime covers a slouchy hat.
Trickles over his out thrusting grey hairs, lacquering his outer garments.
No one stops.
No one asks if he needs help.
Very few look his way.
Suddenly he stops and squats next to the road.
Drawing pictures only he can see.
Erasing the dust and drawing again.
No one notices as they pass by.
So much, I could not bottle in
My troubled thoughts and inner grim
Too much enough for a slouchy soul
Pray it fades like the windy snow.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
Whence love and lust seek to merge
Two steps behind, a step afar
Things of the heart we tend to drag.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
A strange road; a slouchy soul
Two to tow with dragging toes
Too far behind a glimpse of hope.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
Crossbite or snare, the road impels
Thither or not, a soul despairs
Stalled beyond, a tale to tell.
Lead me not to a shadowless march
Sweat and blood, I've come this far
The king is tipped, much less to spar
A tale at hand, I'll live to bear.
A grouchy frog
A little tiny frog was always so grouchy,
He wore blue jean pants that was too big and slouchy.
He would always set on his lily pad and frown,
He was the talk of the little town.
Everyone talked about him all the time,
They would say,he was so tight,he would not give you a dime.
Until one day he came across a sweet little lady frog,
He would sit and stare on his favorite log.
He was in love,and didn't know what to do,
So he got up the courage,to say how are you.
His face blushed on his green frog skin,
She said I think your cute with a brightful grin.
They were married that following year,
From then on the little frog was very cheer.
Everyone in town could not believe how the little frog changed,
How love can make you better,even if its a little strange.
As I sit here in the silence, thinking of my old long departed paw.
I could almost see his face, with his old slouchy hat made entirely out of straw.
To me he was my hero the greatest of all.
He was always there to catch me and soften my fall.
He was as simple as could be, it didn’t take much to get a smile.
I wished I could see him again if only for awhile.
Maybe one day in heaven we can reminiscence once again.
But until that day comes, all I can do is just sit here and remember how good it
was back then.
At times, I feel his presence, I can almost hear him talking to me.
It’s just that I miss him, he was so precious don’t you see.
I just thank God for letting me remember my grandpa so well.
And allowing me to express myself about the man that’s in this tale.
Well paw I know you still watch over me but it’s from heaven above.
I thank you for your kindness and your sharing of your love.
I Love You Paw, Ronald