~ It's not the bat or the ball, it's the person ~
Roberto Clemente
I've long held the belief that if it is to be, it is up to a guy named Me. Whether in business or in life, lots rests on how we handle feces thrown our way. And it's not always garnished turds, sometimes good things are thrown our way and we don't handle that well either. I haven't done poetry in quite awhile. And frankly, I've got more on my plate than Orson Wells after the Citizen Kane debacle ... but it is what it is ...
Onto the poetry:
I want to write comedy; I want to right the World ... if only I could do either.
There's a space and we occupy it for as long as we can.
It's not our space; it's OUR space.
And I'm just a man.
Not a man on a mission, or of submission, but I do have an admission ... the dreams won't follow me to Charlotte, North Carolina. The town don't make the dreams. The dreams make the town.
I've got the bat, the ball, and live with the person. I'll live with me as long as I can and never want to blame it on being just a man.
Sure, I want to be ready. That's part of the plan.
And the move won't make me ... I'll make the move. Because I can ...
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