Someone Else

Someone Else

When young; most of us sought identity;
someone that we most admired;
wishing there was someone else; we could be;
by others; we were inspired.

I pictured myself as a popular athlete;
loved and adored by one and all;
stature would make my life complete;
a popular gladiator; every fall.

Then I conceived I’d become a success;
on whatever road that I’d travel;
where life would lead; was anyone’s guess;
I never expected it all to unravel.

It seemed misfortune was to be my guide;
while success was destined for others;
failures often seemed along for the ride;
for me and some of life’s brothers.

I often longed to live my life as another;
it would often become my lament;
I could become almost anyone’s brother;
what’s so special about my fingerprint?

Someone else had always been there;
that One; by whom all were related;
always willing; his strength, to share;
who hates it when we are deflated.

We’re each his child; the apple of his eye;
God has purpose for each daughter and son.
Though our struggles often make him cry;
God remains; till our victory is won.

Monty 12/21/23. # 1,892