Who I Am

poem written in memory of my papaw

  WHo I Am

I am the poor
Yet rich at heart
A painter of fields
In a fading art
I am the voice of wisdom
Accumulated over 75 years
I am the strong at heart
But, unafraid to shed tears
I am the husband and father
So loyal and true
The words "I love you."
Rarely spoken..yet everyone knew
I am the will to survive
In this game of chance
One with the land
In this timeless romance
I am free to speak
My mind..my peace
Though some may dare to disagree
I am life lived to the fullest
Did it my way 'til the end
Oh Lord take me home
Through Heaven's golden gates
Where I can meet an old friend
And wait until the day
I see my family together again.