I love my motorcycle
I love my girl
I love my home
I love this world
I love all my kids
Of which there are three
I love each and every one
Individually
I love all my cousins
Let me not forget
The ones I shared guffaws
and some I haven't met
I love my mom and dad
whose love I do express
In honor of them I am glad
My life is not a mess
I love my siblings too
Although none are pure
Some are closer to the truth
And some are immature
I love where I was born
The history of me
The clothes that I have worn
wove into history
I love Michelle my dearest friend
So strong and pure and bright
Who will love me until our end
Brought my soul into the light
My grandkids now look at me
They smile so big and bright
The world is theirs to oversee
In the days of my twilight
YOU ARE READING
I See Through
PoetryPoetic musings of Barry Tudor on life and introspection. A journey of a motorcycling American poet lost in the midst of his own country. Hellish past. Glorious present.