I use 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 elses 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.
Awesome Mr. Coyote. Don’t know if u remember me.. have been offline for a couple years.. but u actually supported me by publishing/ reposting one of my posts. We chatted here and there …
Anyway.. since then I discovered that my biological father was a west coast intertribal man.. in processing that , I turned chicana poet.. ended up being published a bit in literary journals , was a finalist in a poetry contest out of Notre Dame, and just signed a traditional contract with a puncher for my first poetry collection. I hope this doesn’t seem like bragging. I know how off putting that is.. rather please see it as a thank you to a man who had tons of followers when I had few, who encouraged, supported and helped me. Don’t have much family due to ummm lots of childhood trauma.. don’t have a lot of people to share my good news with .. so I reach out to you.. because I feel that you John, were part of all this.
Thank you.
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