A wise person don’t trip on the same spot twice. “I used to be.”
I used to be
A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.
I smile and listen.
Pretend I care.
I don’t believe in talking about the past.
Today I’m who I’m.
What matter is what will I do today.
I used to be a drinker.
I used to be a Lover of woman.
I used to tell the world to f-off and travel my own direction.
Now those days seem like Myths of someone else life.
I wonder who I’m now?
The drinker lost the desire to drink.
The Lover has found someone to hold on to.
The man who ran down streets and beaches telling the world to f-off has faded away.
Older, wiser and smarter?
I know today a man need to be kind.
Need to listen.
Fix problems, not create them.
Treat other with respect.
I use to be wild and crazy.
Now I know.
We need someone to love and protect.
Coyote
2008
you are redeemed from your past -you’re a blessed man! Thank you for following my blog:)
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Thank you. I appreciate the kind words. I’m blessed. I have a good life. Family is near and life is good.
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I think age brings about a peace that wasn’t there before… Take care, Lor
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You are right. We must trip and fall down many times to know how to walk right.
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Wisdom! Too many trouble makers, not enough empathy. Beautiful.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. A wise person look for the things he can fix. Somethings cannot can’t be repaired.
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You have moved wisely, good sir. Congratulations.
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I tried not to repeat the errors made.
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Dear Friend:
I so get this. You aren’t what you were but who are you now? I’ll tell you one thing-you are a genius on the computer. I see how you construct your pages-look at your categories, marvel at your frequent posts. You look. They say that your tags tell about you. You are a friend who looks deep honors the best ion others, knows spirit!
We are members of the Legion in Friday Harbor. If you happen to be in the neighborhood, look us up!
Bill and Sue
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Where is Friday Harbor? This is old poetry. I was taught by a wise Grandfather. Don’t matter what you did yesterday. What is important. Is what you will do today. Thank you for reading. I have over forty journals of poetry and story stored away from the day of no internet and the typewriter. Always a lot of material to use.
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Love this line:
“Now those days seem like Myths of someone else life”
Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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Beautiful words.
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Hi John – I can just see and hear your personal growth in your words. Bravo.
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We all must learn the hard way. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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