Each month, write a new collection.
One Fine DayGrandpa told me it was timeTo decide my futureEighteen years old and I still Wasn't quite sure To go to school or into the militaryAs he promisedHe would back me up with a scholarshipIf I enlisted for the service plotting my courseBut then, it felt as if I was being forcedI was not going to go to his Alma Mater I was content to work at my job and not Resent the offerOf going for an education or following Through with his military recommendationHe told me computer science was where it was atWith the advance of the chip, being thatIt was now as small as your thumb nailAnd this information made me failTo see the possibilities before meI didn't want to own a gun and didn't Want to have to run, but the pressureWas to much for oneMan to bear, as I said, I would think about itAnd left it thereThe thought of getting this for thatMade me think it was the devil's pactAnd if I had took the offerI swear I would have sufferedI'm not military material, I am not cynicalI just feared they would have chewed me upAnd spit me out and I was better off to beOn my own with all my doubtsAnd the future now holds true to his wordWars upon wars and the feeling I would have touredMaybe come back as a hero or with a rankOf lieutenant having him to thankStudying under his every whimSucceeding in doing the will of grandpa's spinThat one fine day, but, it is better, I did not swayOr go away as I stayed right hereTo make pizza's and wash dishesFry some chicken for peanutsAs I roofed and goofedAnd was a cook and waiterKnowing what I know nowI wish I had had a greaterAspiration than what I didYet I tried to do the college gigFound my niche and didn't flinchAnd did not need grandpa's gripComputers were the future and soWas the service as I stayed out of bothFor one purposeTo be me and freeOf any strings, like I said, I was no Military material without computer skillsI'm no villain or criminalAnd my future is stillIn my own hands as I can do anythingI demand and can command the planTo wake up tomorrowAnd be my own man
That is a beautiful poem man.
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I spent so much timeConsidering how the boss was operatingReworking my responses Strategizing what would advance my cause.Looking back I see how unimportant all of this wasIf I’d only known, I would not have let waste time on these things.I avoided authorityUnable to see their sideRarely spoke when they were nearDespite contribution I could makeBelieved I was just a cog the machineIf I’d only known, I wouldn’t have been so preoccupied.I imagined I would work with childrenCreating program themes Facilitating craft and song and playNot realizing I would miss thisIf I’d only known, I would not have lost work with lost this population.I am interested in mental healthPsychological motivationIntuitive counseling But phsicial disability work Is more recognized and availableIf I’d only known, I would have focused done more psych work.I spent a lot of time in self reflectionAttempting to best to match my giftsMostly attending to detailsConcerned I could not see where the work was headingUnable to see how I best fit into a larger schemeIf I’d only known, this would take a lifetime to discern.
Wow! That is an intense poem! You and I talked about revelation in Sequoia and the honesty necessary to write. You have it here.
No RegretI never wanted togo into constructionhad no desire tofollow in Dad’s footstepsthat’s what I saidwhen I painted housesfor my landlordto pay my rentI wasn’t the bestpainter for Dadpainting as a teentoo slow too carefulworked nearly ten yearsas a drafter, part timeworking in the shop paintingtrailer frames, building cabinetsdrawing plans for space frames &computer floors. buy tools &ladders for carpenters gettingyelled at if I made a mistakelearning how to engineer trusses,calculate lengths for sloped roofs.live weight, dead weight,trig, program HP 11C calculatorI never wanted togo into constructionI wanted to usemy brain not my handsI never wanted to follow my dadafter some of thethings he saidmake my own waymy own failuresbroken dreamsheartache
That's really a great poem man!
Dear diary, Take it from me... when the weatherman says it's gonna rain, it's best you assume it's gonna rain. Got to work this morning, found out nobody tarped the 80 plus pallets of freight out in the garden center. And yes, it RAINED! We're weeks from Christmas, and now over half of my remaining back stock has mold. Great.... now, I get to place all kinds of emergency orders and pray it gets here in time. I wish it was January.
If I'd Only Known...I would have said no To that personSaid no To that jointAnd said noTo that outfit