Pretty certain I’m evil.
I enjoy my flaws
far too much…
in fact, I revel in them.
Someday
they will rise up
and pull me down.
Someday…
just not
this day.
Pretty certain I’m evil.
I enjoy my flaws
far too much…
in fact, I revel in them.
Someday
they will rise up
and pull me down.
Someday…
just not
this day.
Rarely, in life,
do you get these moments when you can
measure yourself,
as if handed a ruler,
against the lives of the people
you admire
in life.
I think about Dudley,
the archetypal male,
who defined the village
of Ballard,
he is fading
from the scene.
Why does this genius
transition to transparent
with time?
Bollocks!
I stood
next to a barn
and felt
useless…
the people
who had built it
(and its twin)
were now
three generations
buried.
Still I stared,
in awe of my ancestors…
“How lazy, am I?”
I choked back,
now reflective
of this realization….
I’m the worst
my great-grandfather
could have feared.
Still,
here I am….