Me

 

     

                           Me

There was a time when i hated me 

So unaware Of what i would be

A lonely feather caught On the breeze

Bourne aloft by a sence of unease

Nedding to sattle to Scared to land

And torn in two with only a strand

Holding together this whirling Mind

A slim silver strand That served to mind

There,s more to me than i evar thought 

Oh how well life,s lessons have been thought 

Before the mirror what do i see?

A man with a plan just to be me

Been around that block Many a time

I am feeling may age and past my prime

But truthfully with a hand on my heart

Learning to love me was a good strat.