Poem: He Tried To Be Better Than He Was

A sad, true story - that is the most autobiographical poem I've written (in a while)

I hope I don’t disappoint too many of you
too often. You know it’s not my plan.

If anything, I’m trying to be better than
I am. If I’m bad now, be glad you didn’t

see me when I shat on someone’s lawn,
put my shorts through the flap of the

post-box; rode bareback down the hill to
home. It’s fair to say back then I was alone.

In oh, so many many ways…but now I’m
not alone. I never want to go back to that.

Gosh, even then the saddest part, was I
always tried to be better than I was.