Who He Was
I wrote this poem at 3:20 am this morning. It's an outside look at me.
WHO HE WAS
This poem was written about a man
Who lived and adventurous life
He never felt he was truly loved
He struggled up hill, all his life
HE WAS born a weak little baby
He was too small and frail they said
For two weeks, he barley clung to life
An incubator was his bed.
HE WAS given a descriptive nickname
That's "Pee Wee" the nurses would say
His parents took his twin brother home
But "Pee Wee" would have to stay
HE WAS a fighter back then in forty four
He caught his twin before they were two
His twin brother was his mother's pet
And why, he never knew
HE WAS a child who fought for acceptance
He wanted his mom to be proud
But no matter his efforts, he seemed to fail
So, he joined the other crowd
HE WAS in a way, a gifted child.
Music calmed him in a special way
He would listen when his mom played the piano
Then he would set down and play
HE WAS determined to play the piano
He started when he was five or so
He listened to records by Hazel Scott
Fats Waller and Nat King Cole
HE WAS then, soon a troubled teen
Got in fights, got drunk, and wrecked cars
He fought with the law quite often
Played piano in taverns and bars
HE WAS never loved by the girl he wed
Even though he loved her so
So, in December, of Seventy Two
He knew that he had to go
HE WAS an outcast, in his family's eyes
A druggie, a Biker, a Boozer
A case of beer, a fifth of gin each day
A failure, worthless, a loser
HE WAS an admirer of Jerry Lee Lewis
So, he copied some of his style
Played piano as much as 6 nights a week
Tried to make his life worth while
HE WAS known for his God given talent
To Nashville he was twice asked to go
Web Pierce's manager, gave him his card
But, "Pee Wee" always said "no"
HE WAS a man who suffered great loses in life
The 70's and 80's were bad
Lost his home in a fire, his wife in Divorce
And Finally, he lost his dad
HE WAS a dad, a brother, and husband
A musician, a poet and friend
An encourager, a helper, a compassionate heart
On his word and trust could depend
HE WAS a man with a love for others
His deep voice easily heard in a crowd
When his mom passed away in Ninety nine
Finally he made her proud
HE WAS the featured musician
At his mother's funeral that day
He sat down at the piano and played for her
Before she was carried away
HE WAS shot, HE WAS stabbed, in his lifetime
HE WAS slandered and broken, you see
I've followed his life for Sixty Six years
I know him, because HE WAS me!
Written by Oldbiker
10/7/2010
3:20 a. m.
WHO HE WAS
This poem was written about a man
Who lived and adventurous life
He never felt he was truly loved
He struggled up hill, all his life
HE WAS born a weak little baby
He was too small and frail they said
For two weeks, he barley clung to life
An incubator was his bed.
HE WAS given a descriptive nickname
That's "Pee Wee" the nurses would say
His parents took his twin brother home
But "Pee Wee" would have to stay
HE WAS a fighter back then in forty four
He caught his twin before they were two
His twin brother was his mother's pet
And why, he never knew
HE WAS a child who fought for acceptance
He wanted his mom to be proud
But no matter his efforts, he seemed to fail
So, he joined the other crowd
HE WAS in a way, a gifted child.
Music calmed him in a special way
He would listen when his mom played the piano
Then he would set down and play
HE WAS determined to play the piano
He started when he was five or so
He listened to records by Hazel Scott
Fats Waller and Nat King Cole
HE WAS then, soon a troubled teen
Got in fights, got drunk, and wrecked cars
He fought with the law quite often
Played piano in taverns and bars
HE WAS never loved by the girl he wed
Even though he loved her so
So, in December, of Seventy Two
He knew that he had to go
HE WAS an outcast, in his family's eyes
A druggie, a Biker, a Boozer
A case of beer, a fifth of gin each day
A failure, worthless, a loser
HE WAS an admirer of Jerry Lee Lewis
So, he copied some of his style
Played piano as much as 6 nights a week
Tried to make his life worth while
HE WAS known for his God given talent
To Nashville he was twice asked to go
Web Pierce's manager, gave him his card
But, "Pee Wee" always said "no"
HE WAS a man who suffered great loses in life
The 70's and 80's were bad
Lost his home in a fire, his wife in Divorce
And Finally, he lost his dad
HE WAS a dad, a brother, and husband
A musician, a poet and friend
An encourager, a helper, a compassionate heart
On his word and trust could depend
HE WAS a man with a love for others
His deep voice easily heard in a crowd
When his mom passed away in Ninety nine
Finally he made her proud
HE WAS the featured musician
At his mother's funeral that day
He sat down at the piano and played for her
Before she was carried away
HE WAS shot, HE WAS stabbed, in his lifetime
HE WAS slandered and broken, you see
I've followed his life for Sixty Six years
I know him, because HE WAS me!
Written by Oldbiker
10/7/2010
3:20 a. m.
Replies
It was a very good poem and describes you well. What a full life you lived. You are in my prayers.
You are awesome with your poetry. PLEASE see a counselor and get meds if you need them. Google BOND SLAVES. Are you familiar with them? Praying for you! Keep looking up!
Your biography in poetic form was very heartfelt and I enjoyed reading the lyrics, I am just so sorry you had to live it. Truly your friend, BarbaraWawa
You Were Born The Same Year as ME 1944
You Have Come A \'LONG\' WAYS...
GOD BLESS YOU....Pee Wee
Love Ya, Barbara
crying now...... and you know why...........I don\'t have to say anything here...because you know.
love you.............
Wow, you are an awesome writer, I sure can relate to some of what you went through. This really touched my heart.......
I am with lacrossemom, I don\'t claim to understand life, or why it is the way it is but can\'t understand why we have to go thru this, how does this make us feel stronger, or better, or loved? Much love and Big Hugs~~~Debbie
I wish you wouldn\'t go pee wee, I just found you!. I know you are hurting but i hope you aren\'t running away. Our past is our past, our present present and future future. We can\'t live in the yesterdays or the tomorrows just the todays. I Must say that inspite of the pain of your past, It has molded you into such a beautiful person. God has used those tools of the past and made you a person I so desire to hear from. You Have so much to share, such maturity, love and compassion. Why are you going away? Is God leading or are you running? Please don\'t go. If there is something I can do to help please tell me. You are in my prayers. Love & Hugs, connie
HE IS my best friend on this earth :) HE IS a man of God and in Him has much worth. HE IS someone who give of himself without looking for return. HE IS a friend to the friendless and encourager to the hopeless and HE IS loved.