What started off as a single poetry effort, seems to be transforming into something else. A kind of series that I am hoping to keep going under the heading of This Man. It will hopefully develop into some form of self help, where I can address some of the issues I have with life, but also maybe help others to come to terms with some of their own issues. I don’t know if that’s too ambitious or not, maybe I am thinking too highly of my own work. I just know the seed is there and I hope it will germinate and grow into something that is strong and healthy. I am not even sure how it got started, but it did, so now its up to me to take it forward with some semblance of direction.
I have always been small. Maybe smoking from age 10 stunted my growth. Maybe I just come from a genetically small family. Whatever it is, I am still small. That no longer bothers me in a real sense, but us little fellas do get a raw deal in a world where BIG demands respect. I can assure you its no penile hang up either, I don’t need a big car or a big gun to compensate from my lack of height. I have a big mouth that does that 😉
This Little Man.
I always wanted to be 6 foot four,
All gel backed hair and bristled jaw,
But I am only 5 foot three,
And what you get is what you see.
The tall, dark, handsome type,
The ones that generate all the hype,
Leave us little guys in the shade,
For some height I would gladly trade [anything]
Amongst crowds of giants I often walk,
Listening to all their heightest talk,
The butt of every tall mans joke,
On their words I hope they choke.
Talk about me by all means,
As being small is in the genes,
I blame the father and the mother,
It would be unfair to blame another.
Being small is not some disease,
So stop patronizing me if you please,
I may not be a work of art,
Small in stature, but large of heart.
If you were small you might understand,
Its not something I had planned,
I just turned out this way,
Much to my complete dismay.
You were small once if I remember right,
Running around like a demented sprite,
It was what we call being a child,
I don’t recall you being reviled.
So next time you want to extract the Michael,
Try to break this vicious cycle,
I may be small, that much is true,
But am I a lesser man than you?
My offering to the open mic night over at dVerse, if you haven’t already, drop in and read some excellent poetry.