This Is the Life
Locks shorn in my late twenties,
worn that way till I retired,
I thought about letting them grow,
knowing I wanted a ponytail
but not wanting to wash the dust
of loading docks and freight yards
out of it every night. Then came the day.
No work and all play, and my hair
was here to stay. But I wasn’t.
Behind the wheel of one more truck,
filled with what was left of my life,
I drove cross-country to be with she
who would, one day, be my wife.
Her fingers run through my hair,
and I know I have found happiness.
This is my response to Come and take a selfie! – the prompt from Sarah at dVerse ~ Poets Pub, which is to write a poem about ourselves. For a bonus, here’s a limerick:
There once was a scuba diver
Who worked hard as a truck driver
But then he retired
And now he’s inspired
His poetry is to die for *
* poetic license 😉
Photos: “”The Move” ~ 2012
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Bravo for finding your path! As long as you continue to renew your poetic license all will be fine Ken… 🙂
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Thanks, Rob. That’s one license I definitely want to keep current.
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I like your hair being the continuing thread in your poem and how it (and you) have changed through the years. Fun limerick as well!
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Thank you, Lisa. 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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I am glad you not only got to retire, but to retire with the one you love! Doesn’t get better than that. Love the limerick!
dwight
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🙂 Thanks, Dwight.
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Love both pieces, Ken – and the image, however you achieved that “finish” what really comes through is a happiness glow.
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Thanks, Jazz. I processed it on my phone with Prisma.
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I am glad I have lived long enough to get to know you and she. Thank you both.
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And thank you for the honor, sir.
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Wonderful to read you.
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Wonderful to be read, Paul. Thank you.
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🙂
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Love, love your selfie poem. Long hair on men is most attractive, pony tails and man buns!!!!
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😀 Thank you!
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I really enjoyed reading this, Ken.
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Thank you. 🙂
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I really enjoyed reading this, Ken.
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I love the fact that your hair represents the “real” you, and that you are loved for it.
That limerick is… adorable.
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Thank you, Sarah. I’ve “locked” into the good life. 😉
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Cheesy!
But lucky you!
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Love the images….love the tale within the poem that reveals who you are. And the final limerick made me chuckle out loud! 🙂
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Thank you, Lillian. All my life I lived within 2 miles of the Niagara, and 1/4 mile away for 35 of those.
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I dye my hair pink you let it grow… isn’t it great to be able to express yourself?
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Yes it is!
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What fun–such a sense of joy in this, Ken!
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Thank you, Merril. It’s been a path to happiness.
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Sorry I’m a bit late getting round to reading, Ken, but glad I came back for another check and found yours. Love the hair theme, threading its way through your poem and your limerick, and the biographical details. So glad you can now feel your wife’s fingers through your long hair and that you have found happiness. 😉
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🙂 Thank you, Kim. It was a fun prompt.
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As an old hippie I enjoyed this – glad you let your hair grow!
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😀 Thank you!
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