I hate my pride,
And the way I’m never satisfied.
I love my drive to work and make,
Even if it’s just for motion’s sake.
I hate my reluctance to make a stand,
Even when the embers of my anger are fanned.
I respect my lack of complaints,
Though it doesn’t put me with the saints.
There are many sides to me,
Some I love, others a don’t want to see.
I have good traits and bad,
Some are happy, some are sad.
I try to maintain self respect,
Though I know I’ll never be perfect.
I see things.
I’ve seen children of means doing demeaning things.
And sons of poverty who spread their wings.
I’ve seen grown men beg for life,
And children throw it away to avoid a little strife.
I’ve seen grandiose homes with filth and grime,
And homeless camps that pristinely shine.
I have seen some men tell the truth.
I’ve seen more lie despite the proof.
I’ve seen sorrow and courage,
Calm and rage.
I’ve seen precious little contentment and plenty of resentment.
I’ve heard women scream as I stand at their door,
Because I’ve come to tell them they aren’t mothers anymore.
I’ve seen bad men get their due,
And self righteous ones who have no clue.
I’ve seen lots of things as a police man.
Some things others never can.
Now has come the time of day,
When the good little boys go out to play.
And by play I mean work and toil and strain,
To make a living and create gain.
With tired eyes he rises early,
To face the world so bleak and surly.
And goes out to face the day.
He hopes to improve the way,
His family lives.
And so he gives,
His sweat, blood and tears.
He faces many fears,
But never backs down to a single one.
Not till his day is done,
And he can finally return to the sweet embrace,
Of his loving wife and her tender grace.
Oh my darling, I love you so.
You are my everything and cure my woe.
I feel strong when you stand beside me.
And your wisdom helps me clearly see.
My love for you blooms like a flower.
It grips me with ever growing power.
I cannot escape it. I am your slave.
Though others may think I rant and rave,
For the first time ever my path is clear.
My purpose is to hold and protect you my dear.
To the world you will be my wife.
But to me, you are my life.
I’ve got a girl,
Who makes my heart unfurl,
My emotions, she makes twirl,
This very special girl.
She’s cute as a kitten,
So sexy it can’t be written,
I’d find it very fitting,
If next to me she were sitting.
She is spicy as cinnamon butter,
She doesn’t fill her mind with useless clutter,
She is always good to me,
And who I am she tries to see.
I want to explore her mind,
And see all there is to find.
We seem to fit like a hand and glove.
So this is what some call love.
I can always count on you.
To me you have always been true.
Your warmth always soothes my pain,
And you ease my mind of strain.
On cold nights I know you’re there.
And so I will always care.
You never fail to interest me,
With all your spectrum that I see.
In winter you are steamy and hot,
And you occupy my waking thought.
In summer you sooth me with coolness.
Always sweet and and without bitter cruelness.
You will always be the one for me.
No other drink is as good as tea.