I had a wife.
She was my life,
But it was a time filled with toil and strife.
I loved her dear.
And without fear.
Then came the day to shed a tear.
She asked to move on,
She told me not to miss her when she was gone.
It felt like my heart was staked to the lawn.
I fought.
But her love couldn’t be bought.
So I gave in and accepted my lot.
One thing in life I’ve been shown.
All my relationships have been blown,
And I am meant to be alone.



Bad Days…

Bad days come and go.
You don’t always reap what you sew.
Sometimes life is hard,
And you don’t get dealt the winning card.
As my mother said “that’s life.”
It’s going to be filled with strife.
You simply soldier on.
Tomorrow there will be a new dawn.
It will bring its own forms of pain.
But maybe a chance to gain,
Something you didn’t have before.
You might even get something more.


Me: things I like and don’t

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 lots of things

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.

Family Man

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.


I Want Time to Think about Life

In one week it will be my birthday.
People keep asking me what I want to do.
What I really want I’m afraid to say,
Because I want to try something new.

I want to be alone.
For the twenty-four hours of twenty-four.
But I know many will not condone,
This request and what is more,

It will cause my family hurt.
They just want to show me love,
And will see this as me being curt,
And pushing them away with a good hard shove.

It’s not that I don’t love them.
They make up my world.
But I want a day to think and separate the serious from the whim.
Because this year the rest of my life becomes unfurled.

I’m out of college.
I’m trying to start a career.
And though I have some knowledge.
The plan is not altogether clear.

So I want a day all my own,
In which I relax and ponder,
And hopefully I will be shown,
How I should move forward as I wonder.

I would just like some time to think about life.
I wish my friends and family could see,
That with plans and people come strife.
So while I love them dearly, on my birthday I want them to let me be.