Yet another poem I just wrote that I don’t really care for. But I took the time to finish it so take it…
Yesterday morning was a little special.
But still the same as any other.
Nothing remotely different,
Just the day.
And I must say,
The years are not what they used to be.
I remember when 3 weeks in December
Lasted AT LEAST 2 months.
I can also recall those 70+ days of summer,
Never, ever being enough.
I couldn’t help but think of my time,
While on my 2nd bowl of Lucky Charms.
..They’re magically delicious..
Don’t act like you’ve never done it..
I’m not sure if I’m where I should be.
I just wish I saw a sign,
Heck, I’ll be happy with a fortune cookie.
And it’s always this time,
This day, every year, that I start to wonder.
My mind starts running uncontrollably
And it can’t help but pull me under.
I guess it’s the way I’m made.
Just the thought of my very own day,
Is too much and leaves me toiled.
I’ve never been one to be catered to,
I guess I’m just not that spoiled.
If I may,
You offered me something like a new car
So I’ll never worry about getting somewhere.
Or a dream house
Or even something that just says you care…
I probably still won’t accept it.
I just know me.
I know who I am.
I may be older,
But I still understand.
Yeah, everyone could use some pampering.
Who doesn’t enjoy a little spirit lift?
It’s just lately, I’m not much of a person for gifts.
Yeah, a new car and house would be a dream come true.
Heck, a shopping spree to an electronic store would be sweet.
But I know it’ll be hard to live.
My conscience has never been an easy one to beat.
I just know I’m not deserving.
I don’t work, stuck in a limbo of my life.
And it hurts everyday.
No matter the acceptance from my wife.
I don’t even like choosing my cereal in the store.
No matter how magically delicious.
But I get by.
And I know why.
It’s not the strength in my arms
Or my fearless eyes.
It’s more the love I know is there.
The support of a wife who will always care.
It’s the son who smiles when he sees my face,
Not caring that I’m a mess, an unemployed disgrace.
Their love is enough to get me through My Day.
Enough to brighten my skies and conquer the fray.
They’re my life and represent all I believe.
And on this day, My Day, they’re the only gift I need.