ON BEING A MAN
The Poet’s first published poem,
He’ll remember if he can….
The last line goes like this:
“An immature fool, pretending to be a man.”
Written in High School, but three lines,
One hardly expects to find Shelley…
But what I wrote way back then
Has kind’ve stuck in the belly.
Taking it from the here-and-now,
Manhood’s a special thing…
Being raised largely by my Mom
I do analyzing.
I am a man and yet I see
What others have and I not…
Would have been nice for children–
I went a different route.
Having most of the signs without,
I’ve had to look within…
To see what God put in place
And mental pull-ups I chin.
My wife says I’ve done for twenty-two years
What few other men would do…
Having lived those years, plus four,
I know her words are true!
A Spirit-led man–when he is–
Is inspiring to us all…
I pray that I might be the same,
Obeying my Master’s call.