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WHO AM I in 1993 ? I 'LL TELL YOU !

WHO AM I ?   1993 Were my successes from skill, Or were they just due to luck? Am I now over the hill, Or was I always a schmuck? My assets were many. My problems were few. As to enemies, not any. As to friends, quite a slew. Did I give of myself, Or did I just take? Did I live by my stealth, Or was I just a fake? Am I good? Am I bad? I am lost, in a way. Wish I could ask my Dad. Perhaps, I'd then be okay. It is questions like these, That now come to my mind. For I'm down on my knees, Praying for answers to find. If I know what I was, Whether saint, whether scam. I could stop, and take pause, And know just who I am. WHO AM I?    I'LL TELL YOU! This is the most trying of times. I feel I've committed some crimes. Those around me are hurting, Blaming me for my flirting. Forgetting they shared in my climbs. Mostly, I don't know what to do. My efforts were untried, but true. I have fought the good battle, But like the rest of the cattle; I am bruised, I am bleeding, and blue. You know Dad always said I was wild. So was he, but he also was styled. And I think he was smarter than me. Without him, I'm not what I could be. Without him, I just stand here beguiled. I've no answers to show, And I've nowhere to go. And there only is me.  There is nowhere to flee. Where to go? Well, I really don't know. So it seems that I'll just have to fight. Try to turn what was wrong, into right. While it's true, I'm at fault, There's no more in the vault. Just some hope, and perhaps some insight. So I'll just put both feet on the ground. I'll fight back, turn this nighhtmare around. Yes it's true some are losing, But it's time to stop musing. I'll accept what was lost, can't be found.

Copyright © January 2001 JAY D. SAVITZ

Additional Notes:
My poetry is like talking to myself; and getting answered.


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