But I get faint at sight of blood
Even if it isn't my own
I was told I had skill as a boxer
But I would not finish a fight
So much for the could have beens
Be the best you can be
And forget the excuses
of what you could have been
I want to be the best Grandpa on Earth
So what do you want to be?
But a poet and a writer?
College was not meant to be
Write a poem published in Writers magazine
So my first poem was published
At least once a poet I be
On a warm summer night
The sky lit up so bright
Teach I am not a poet
So for credit this I write
Thousands of starts lit up the night
Paled by moonlight
And an honorable mention be my plight
For I got my first "A" out of sight
For the other poets in class it was not their night