Thats Life

First day I was born.
Was the youngest.
The last born of five.
Been through all the bumps and grinds.
Been back and forth.
Around the block .. a few times.
Been almost murdered, stabbed.
Shot .. almost died.
But I'm still here alive .. doing fine.
Grew up way to fast.
Started at thirteen.
Going on twenty five.
Once upon a time .. ago.
Other boys fought boys.
But I fought men .. so we'd survive.
What's a boy to do.
When he's in a fight.
I could really dished it out.
But I could take it too.
The blackened eyes.
I looked down a barrel.
Of a loaded gun.
Looked dead into the eyes.
Of a killer creeping by.
Took his last breath.
With his own knife.
I don't fear a thing now .. but god.
I can only imagine how he feels.
Me ending another life.
That why I'm always sleeping.
With one eye .. open nights.
I was a nice kid, smart as a whip.
Had morals and values.
Knowing wrong from rights.
But mama said.
I had to much wild in my pocket.
Stars in my sights.
I guess she always knew.
I had a big mouth .. easy to excite.
Over time I cooled my jets.
I settled down.
But I lived inside.
A circled ring of violent crime.
I never had a choice to invite.
But I won't lie .. that sin felt nice.
Somewhere along the way.
Don't really know .. I must have changed.
Maybe it's the same life.
Just been rearranged.
Not once or twice.
But many many times.
And what can I tell you about love.
I've had my share of plenty.
But honestly.
I've only loved two women in my life.
But for you .. I will still fantasize.
No one knows what turn comes next.
But it's been such a ride.
One more turn right, is a left.
To humble pride, to my next bride.
My next tear drops cried.
Maybe my brain simply fried.
I can't hide.
My tongues been twisted and tied.
I'm confused with so much wisdom.
I can never be denied.
Something living deep inside.
In my blood, bones.
My flesh like Dr.Jekyll and Mr.Hyde.
Until the last breath of my life.
Then it's last good-byes.
Sad faces being raped.
Stolen of their smiles.
Well don't you worry .. I'm not ready.
I've got to wait my turn awhile.
And before I forget.
I'd like to say I love all your magical artistic style.
That poem on your profile.
Your selfie smile, all that you've compiled.
Snap shots by the miles.
The way you crank up the dial.
Preaching of the Holy Bible.
Thank you all.
For sharing all your smiles.