To Whoever Is Reading This..

Looking back through my library
I probably portray a sad lonely miserable creature,
So this write here
will hopefully educate,
so take a seat as the pupil
and let me be the teacher..

I'm a good man with no education
but I've trained
and worked hard
some say an inspiration..
because I spend my time helping the needy,
and by needy I mean those who can't walk
not those that are greedy..
no use of their limbs
or stuck in a wheelchair,
struck down with a disease
at the depths of despair..

My wife who is beautiful
Is fighting a deadly disease
the outcome of that
theres no guarantees..
so there's no surprise
I'm a walking powder keg
ready to explode,
so I write poetry
to help me off load..

So to all who see me
I'm a happy cheery guy
With a smile on his face,
A vacant expression
as I gaze into space..
my only release
Is my ability to write,
and of course
all the help
I get from this site.

So I may come across
like a sad down and out,
that likes to complain
have a moan and a shout..
but on the inside
I'm losing many a fight,
but I try to stay strong
And prey every night.