Happy New Year and a poem. I used to me.

I used to be.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 “The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends. “

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 and
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
                           2008