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 am who I am.
What matters is what will I do today.
 
I used to be a drinker,
I used to be a Lover of women,
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 am now?
The drinker lost the desire to drink,
the Lover 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 needs to be kind.
 
Needs to listen.
 
Fix problems, not create them.
 
Treat others with respect.
 
I used to be wild and crazy.
 
Now I know.
 
We need someone to love and protect.

Coyote

Category : poetry