BluesPoetry

BluesPoetry

When I was a kid I knew much more than I do now
I was wasn't aware of fear until some said "aren't you afraid"
The more I think I know I understand so much less than I do
The bigger the world appears out my kitchen window
the smaller I feel and that wasn't so when I was smaller
I had less to remember and certainly less to do but more fun doing it
Joy got pushed aside and worry slipped inside while I wasn't looking
I didn't understand death as a child and I didn't realize my own immortality
I now understand fear,loss,hatred but love I am not sure I understand love
but I have received selfless love from my children and from my dog
I have wittnessed death from my own hand and the loss of joy from that action
Am I now a man to my son?