Friday, April 20, 2012

The Best of Me

I know I'm not the man I used to be,
but I think what's left is the best of me.
What you see here, standing right before you,
has been tested and tempered and found true.

Gone, the illusions of a wasted youth
replaced by an understanding that truth
is a malleable and living thing
that changes with every catch that chance brings.

I no longer tilt at every windmill
or try to cure the world of every ill.
Now I chose each battle and when I'll fight
for all those things my heart tells me are right.

No longer am I a wandering boy
turning over stones to try and find joy.
Now instead I am a confident man,
making his world the very best he can.


  1. I love the Don Quixote reference. I read this to Jake and Carlos. Carlos said that when he's old enough to write love poems like J. Alfred Prufrock, he hopes he writes like this instead.

  2. Tell Carlos he better hurry. TS was 22 when he started writing that poem. I took a lot longer to grow up...