In my sojourn of life, I’ve met funny people, ‘men’,
But today I don’t want to discuss them
Maybe another day, maybe in another way,
Maybe I don’t want to tell a story that may seem so gay.
I’ve met women, Oh! Yes I’ve met women,
I’ve lived, I’ve loved, I’ve studied them,
Some I’ve dreamt of, some I’ve crossed parts with,
Some I was there at the time of their first heart beat.
I’ve got a good heart, I’ve chatted up a few,
Its always my intentions to get many out of the blues.
Some I’ve propped, watched them from scratch into something,
A few grateful, many ingrates, but for me its nothing.
Yet life goes on, I’ve seen many in tears, in sorrow,
I remember them too well, by eve, or by morrow.
Many had phobias, I saw them in despond, in freight,
I did what I do best, “I tried to make their sun bright”.
Many I’ve met in dilemma, in a fix
And as a blessed artist, I repainted their pix.
I did so in colors so calm, serene, fine,
In colors of heavenly words and rhymes.
Somberly, I’ve seen hearts in pieces, grossly shattered,
Broken beyond measure, in ugly & beastly patterns,
I tried to merge & fix these, Oh! How I tried,
Of course with a bit of my magic, and the tears they cried.
I look back at my timeline, and how fast it did and still refreshes,
I see women, many I cannot reckon save for the smiles on their faces,
I smile too, for I made them, and they made me,
This is one of the things I think life is all about, as I drop my pen, gratefully.