Forever it seems
For me it has always been
My own track, my way
It is not that I
Did not understand the goals
Those were crystal clear
Do not get me wrong
I know, I always did know
The ultimate needs
But often the path
That I chose was different
Than others thought of
Often most others
Would shake their head and roll eyes
With bewilderment
No one disputed
That I would succeed or my
Determination
I am known as one
Who thinks outside of the box
Bring new ideas
I take pride that I
Contribute to all of the
Ones nearest to me
As a young man I
Wanted more than anything
To be a father
I wanted to teach
My children my progeny
My way of thinking
So sad so tragic
For me I had to conclude
No children of my own
Alas I now know
And have realized for years
No little kiddies
So who’ll continue
My irreverence my scorn
For the “correct” way
I guess that there are
Not to be any children
A legacy lost?
But wait is this true
This is not at all like me
I will not give up
If children are the
Usual path to birthright
I’ll find another
Still determined to
Leave a legacy I will
Choose another path
No child of my own
So I will make all the world
You’re all my children
I will share my words
My poetry and my prose
It is mine to give
Take it or leave it
I don’t apologize or
Regret my efforts
