I’m Just Me

Who am I?

Good question.

But I doubt the answer will be as interesting as the question!

Born at an early age in Baghdad.

During the war;

The war to end all wars,

Except it didn’t.

Polish father and a Welsh mother,

No sister, no brother,

Oh, poor lonely, only child!

The child that never smiled,

Except I did!

Returned over sand to The Holy Land,

In Jerusalem played

While my Mother prayed

Christened in the church in Bethlehem.

I grew up

With a love of all things natural,

Animals, but particularly, birds.

Until the age of fifteen

I wanted to be a farmer.

School holidays were spent

With my favourite Aunt

Who had a little cottage in Somerset,

Bordering two farms,

Heaven.

So anyway, I became a marine engineer.

Such is life – who knows how or why?

Reasoning lost in the mists of time.

I don’t enjoy conflict,

Could be a clue in there!

Unless I feel really strongly about something,

I’m likely to take the path of least resistance.

Bit of a character flaw there.

Political leanings just slightly to the right

Of Genghis Khan. 

So who am I?

 I’m just me,

Walking to the beat of my own, offbeat drum.

What am I?

About four pence worth of chemicals.

Is there more?

Who knows?

Perhaps the question should be…

Why am I?

(c) deezee 2012