Who I Am

A Damn Good Question!  Maybe soon I will answer it.

 

I’ll answer this one now.

 

Who Am I?

I want to be a fiddler

In a country western band

Amusing hoards of strangers

As I tour across the land.

Or could I be a writer?

Weaving tales with plots intense

Existing in my attic

With my paper and my pens.

Part is black boot red hair vagrant

Playing life right to the end

Leather jackets glares and zippers

Hoping life is just pretend.

I could have been a critic

Reading books that others won’t

Explain to the world

Those that sell and  ~ those that don’t.

If only I could still sing

The music that I hear

Expressing feelings deep inside

Through music – crystal clear.

Instead, I’m just an artist

An intellect by night

Writing poetry and painting

Fanning my own creative light.

I’m a collector and creator

Of the colors that I see

Ever striving to improve on

Works that now –  are me.

I’m a rebel, always pushing

At the bonds that surround my life

Flying off to far off lands

To relieve my inner strife.

I’m a mother and a lover

I’m a tenderhearted soul

Walking gently on my pathway

Listening to my rock n roll.

©g.abbey 5.3.11