It's Good To Be Alive

The unknown muffled rantings

I can’t make them out

Don’t want to –

don’t want to hear

Mommy and daddy shouldn’t

talk like that

So I tried to play

in the corner with a truck

Or with my GI Joe

to the racket

playing against my walls

But time moved along…


I’m watching cartoons

on Saturday

My day – the day

just for me

But the tv channel changed

I didn’t understand

And I couldn’t change

it back to Bugs Bunny

It was as if I didn’t exist

and I guess I didn’t

But time moved along…


And I used to cry

and scream and try

Try to tell

what was going on

inside my mind

But either my words

weren't right

Or maybe I was just wrong


And back to my room it would end

To where I’d pretend

maybe I could really feel

That the thing that was wrong - was me

And nothing was real.

I would escape to lands that

I had created pretend

Where there were my friends

And I’d walk alone in the woods

Escape within my thoughts

Whenever wherever I could

Then, then, then and up until now even.


Was I alone?

I don’t know – I don’t know

I don’t understand

And where is my way to go

My path to become a man?

My dad was the man that I am

so hard to break that

Now I can see and understand

But that’s not the life that I want

Forgive me but just to survive

it isn't enough for anyone

I need to do more than provide.


My love, she waited for me

What did she see?

On that I’m still unclear

unclear running over 30 years

And I ran much the same way

my daddy showed me

But it wasn’t for me.

And after I’d run out and hide

When I came back

She was waiting for me.


I know that my rhymes are bad

And this message is

cloudy misunderstood

The fault has always been me

Now I can see – Now I can see

It’s not meant to be

It's not who I am

or where I plan to be going


While there is still time

I’m trying to change

to what I am and who I was

Both are exactly the same


Now I won't hide

in the woods

not anymore

She understands

she understands



Mommy and daddy have died

And we have cried,

buried their lives

Now it’s a time to grow,

time to show

How we survive,

no thrive

I look to her at my side,

my beautiful wife

my beautiful life

And I really see -

It’s good to be alive.

Just as I am.


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JBeadle 6 years ago from Midwest Author

To my wife... thanks for seeing something in me that I never could. I'll keep trying... I promise. You should get more of the better and less of the worse. Maybe it is just how damn early it is this morning or maybe I am starting to believe in myself finally but I think I wrote something that is as beautiful as you are.

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ralwus 6 years ago

Gee, this is really good shyt. Yes, life is grand, even with all the problems. It's much better than the alternative. Great that you have a good woman to help you. Peace and keep growing, Charlie

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JBeadle 6 years ago from Midwest Author

Man Charlie... I just dropped this thing. Makes me feel confident that you liked it. Hope the Mrs. does too! As always, an honor to get both a read and a comment from my favorite hub poet.

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ralwus 6 years ago

*smiles* thanks, I do like it.

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