I used to be.

I used to be.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


The past is gone. What can we do to improve our life and show love and kindness to family and friends.


I used to be

A man is telling me of all his many deeds and accomplishments.
I smile and listen.
Pretend I care.

I don’t believe in talking about the past.
Today I’m who I’m.
What matter is what will I do today.

I used to be a drinker.
I used to be a Lover of woman.
I used to tell the world to f-off and travel my own direction.

Now those days seem like Myths of someone else life.

I wonder who I’m now?
The drinker lost the desire to drink.
The Lover has found someone to hold on to.

The man who ran down streets and beaches telling the world to f-off has faded away.

Older, wiser and smarter?

I know today a man need to be kind.

Need to listen.

Fix problems, not create them.

Treat other with respect.

I use to be wild and crazy.

Now I know.

We need someone to love and protect.


© 2012 Coyote Poetry