Poems come easy, sharing them comes hard. Did you know HP will censor an article if it is too personal. I am just going
If I were planted here i would never leave
Since I wrote this poem I have been more open with my wife regarding what I do. Yesterday she commented, "that is a really stupid job, whenever you do it right, you have no more work"
Sometimes I think there is nothing I would like to see more than an unemployed soldier.
My life has been one filled with advocacy. Problem resolution is not a job you do when there are no problems. While you never have employment, you are at the beckon call of a series of masters. No one calls to say everything is going great. They call because they have a problem they need fixed. Ultimately I am always associated with the problem, much like a soldier is associated with a war. So I wrote this poem as I sometimes feel melancholy over not picking a more secure and peaceful profession.
I am not the kind of man I would like to be
I am more the man that you would like to see
suppose that I am quick to the draw
kind of old school, kind of raw
not a knight in shining armor
more like a man caught in amour
I don't see much of right and wrong
I merely due what is in the song
Perhaps windmills do I chase
loving arms are still the embrace
self loathing i make my place
Never worthy is thy sword
but I stand upon my word
The eye of the tiger must stay keen
why do we fight for honor bold
when it is just another employer's gold.
The sting of battle has finally eased
but my goddess of war will not be pleased
I beg let me be free
to battle no more, set me free.
It is not to be for I am warrior simple and clear
I will fight another year
It is not what I desire
but I am here for the hire
we simply rise and do what is required
but in the muck we are mired
someday I will rest
not because I passed the test
Simply because I am no longer as good as the rest.