Michael Peterson

Rookie - 157 Points (Janesville, Wisconsin)

No Perfect Man, Just A Humble Me - Poem by Michael Peterson

I was not rich, grew up poor
I was young and shy
Grew to be a friendly and humorous
Crazy, wild, caring, sharing
Easy to give a hand, don't like handouts
May not be perfect, no one is
Have many flaws, lots of pluses
Greets many strangers, have many friends
A person that puts family first
Whether good or bad always there for them
Not the great husband, father
Made many mistakes along the way
Didn't have a good plan on how to live life
Cheated, drank too much, was abusive
Heart was always with the kids, never truly with the wife
Made many changes, fell many times
Got back on my feet to fail again
Never gave up, Time to try again
Learned along the way, still learning
Many struggles and fights thru the years
The pain and anguish unbearable
Health fading as the years goes by
Trying to forgive the ones who hurt
Even the one who hurt you too
No perfect person here like they say
Just a humble man
Growing old and weary
Wanting to live a peaceful life
Knowing his end is near
Sitting on a beach enjoying the waves
Feeling the warmth of the sun
On his dying body feel the joys of life
Thru his mind and dream
No perfect man, Just a humble me

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Poet's Notes about The Poem

A little of life's journey

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 10, 2018

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