Self-Titled (Myself) Poem by Arthur Hummler

I've decided to write a poem
about myself
Put it on paper
My enormous wealth
24 years and some days
I have walked this Earth
Since 10/17/72
the day of my birth

I've dedicated my life
to me
All my experiences
is what you'll see
But what you won't see
all the time
Are my feelings
Even I
don't always understand
their meanings

I know what Love is
It is my root
Everything I do stems off it
That's the truth
Maybe the only thing
Absolute

No matter how high I regard myself
I'll never be greater than love
I'm a function of it
Never to rise above
The more I live
The more I die
The more I love
The more I wonder why?

I am everything you see
and a lot that you do not
I create feelings, emotions and reactions
So I will not be forgot
Seems like a lot but it is nothing
Especially, when you really care for something
I will do whater it takes
walk the extra mile
to make my existence
All the worthwhile
I want to be remembered
for my smile

Judge not what I say
but what I mean
It's what separates me
from the rest
The ONLY thing holding me back
is my chest.