do not take me on, you specter;
there’s not a chance that you can win,
i have become your worst nightmare,
as i’m a curmudgeon and wearing thin,
who wandered the world on a dare,
looking for someone to take me on,
i have fought on the shores of hell
to keep the evil ones at bay,
walking away unscathed
to fight another day.
i laugh at your inane presence,
i scoff as you try to engender fear.
for you see, i am a human
imperfect as i am;
yet i know my power
lies within me
to fend off evil such as you.
don’t get behind me, specter,
for i don’t trust you there;
i am an old curmudgeon
and
like you at this very moment,
i shall soon vanish in the air.
What a great affirmation of the strength within and even though you may display the gentle curmudgeon side within have the strength of a herd of Lions ❣️🍀
Thanks, Patsy. Your comment made me recall a moment when my father asked Blythe’s mother to take on my brother and me in a game of pool, a game we didn’t think he had ever indulged. After all, he was a Methodist in the small town of Lebanon. Daddy broke and ran the table. We never even had a shot. We commented we didn’t know he played pool. My mother then said, “There are a lot of things you don’t know about him.” Perfect. It’s not quite the same, but there are a lot of things most folks don’t know about me.
i am a different breed of cat. Sometimes that is good. Sometimes it is not. Thanks, Patsy.