A Man I Want To Be
I want to be a man immersed
in my own livelihood, not jealous
of the lives of other men.
a man at ease with my own gift
of being a garbage collector in a
world littered with surprise.
a man who reflects beauty as cleanly
as polished stone for all the suckers
starving for more than bread.
a man standing at the edge of
the usual conversation humming the
tune to Ole Buttermilk Sky. Its not that I’ve arrived but this is where I’m headed. This is the kind of man I want to be.
tune to Ole Buttermilk Sky. Its not that I’ve arrived but this is where I’m headed. This is the kind of man I want to be.
me too,me too…….great goals…..en theos..j
You and me both. Thanks!
i didn’t know there was a buttermilk song.
i checked it out…the sweetness of the words
and silky ribbon voice of hoagy carmichael…oh, yes.
my favorite of the poem words…
not jealous
of the lives of other men.
a man at ease
with my own gift
of being
a garbage collector
in a
world
littered with surprise
thanks for all the gifts of surprise that you pass along.
Hi, Nancy. Thank you very much, and I’m glad you found Hoagy.
I have only been logging onto your website for a short period, but this is the best yet, for me!!
Cutting through all of the frosting, flowery phrases, and make-belief, which we all get so enamored with, right to the heart and soul of the matter! May your “goal” be mine also.
Thanks, Lindsay.
Hey – as long as you keep chucking whatever ‘garbage’ you find over at this here blog, I got no complaints. I am a sucker, glad to be one.
Diana, thanks. A sucker for beauty? I’m glad to be one too!
Love it!
Kristina Skepton
Founder, SeeingGod Ministries
http://www.Facebook.com/SeeingGod
Hi, Kristina. Thanks for stopping by.
An unusual occurrence at the Beautiful Due tonight… I hope this comes across clearly…. so, …I accidentally click on your poem in my inbox, thinking I had just clicked on a different poet’s email… read the poem and thought emphatically to myself… ‘wait! this sounds like John Blasé” Silly me… it WAS you. Somehow, I felt strangely comforted by recognizing your voice, without knowing it was you before I read it. The beauty of this piece aside for a moment, it was an unexpected lesson in “voice” for me tonight. = ) Kapish?
Patricia, this made me smile. Yes, I kapish…and now I’m sorta wondering what I sound like:) Thanks!
Wondrously beautiful. Must agree with Nancy: you had me at
“a man at ease with my own gift
of being a garbage collector in a
world littered with surprise.”
It’s always a pleasure to read your words.
Thank you, Susan. That means a great deal.