I am sorry...
You have no lullabys to sing to me,
In a breath sweetened gingerly...
With peppermint schnapps.
I am not numb by your rhythmic indecisions.
Nor stunned by your absence to call me by first name.
I understand how my appearance may confuse you!
But let my words confuse you not.
I am not a Huxtable.
Nor does my last name begin with 'X'!
I am proud of my past...
And how I arrived to look you in the face!
Trust me...
I have been called everything conceivable,
One can call another human being!
In a place affectionately known as 'the brickyard'
Enduring 'many' years of...'reality touches! '
I was not raised to worhip images of you.
And no empathy or apology do I extend!
So I hope you and I will understand...
I do not view you as a competitor,
Nor do I have thoughts...
As to which one of us is a better man!
I hope that is comprehended?
I have a different purpose here...
In the event you thought I sought your approval!
None of that nonsense has ever been in my head!
Maybe you'd like to share your philosophy with the others?
I've been working on my dreams too long...
And not in one of them did you appear.
I need no missionary to save me here!
I hope that's clear?
And we can choose to work together...
Or not be near!
I have no desire for any enforcements,
To pretend to endear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive and enlightening! Best wishes friend, Theo