Someone Poem by Jim Boone

'There's a somebody I'm longing to see, I hope
That he turns out to be, someone to watch over me'.

Someone

To encourage or get the hell out of the way
That's when I was a sweet, confused, angry 16.
Some things were slow to change. I still get
Angry at 60/70 whatever; angry, but never mean.

Won't you tell him please to lead so I can follow
And put the pedal to the metal; there's a lot going
On in here and none of it's coming out right, or at
Least not for me at twenty one, two or three.

I'm as lost as any lamb could be, but I won't be
Counting sheep or sleeping very much because a
Virgin at twenty five is sleepless in the saddle, with-
out a mount, without a ride. Hey, there’s all kinds
of virginity. Move away from those stones!

We took care of that kind from fifteen to 21.
Twenty five to melt-down in my fifties, as the heat
Went on, without anyone to watch over me or
Without a clue why everyone in the early years
Wanted a piece of the traction as I ran around
Shaking my frustration like some witch doctor
Possessing a cure that nobody wanted.

Someone wanted me to stay in the 1960’s and 70’s,
But didn't speak up; I wanted only one, but settled
For too many. The blame thing does not wipe out
[Only enhances] the thoughtlessness of choice.

Someone succeeded each time I failed; someone
Gave up as I kept going, and going, and going.
There’s resolution in persistence; eventual peace
In mind-blowing, heartfelt vulnerability. With or
Without that dreamed of special someone.
2004