Ordinary Man

Yes...that's me; an ordinary man. I thought I was destined for so much more. Maybe we all think that. But here I am--worrying about bills , marriage and the future of my beautiful 5 year old son. I write. It all ends up in boxes, shelves, computer files. Does anyone ever read it? Does anyone ever care? I talk to myself. That helps. Maybe that's what all my writing is anyway...just an uninterrupted conversation with myself so I can try and make sense of things. It is three o'clock. Not my favorite time of day. And to think I was going to call my wife and tell her I miss her.