A Truly Lucky Man

There was a man, who one day met a lady, a lady who would change his life, for the better. They had a daughter a short time later, One destined for something grand, without a doubt… They grew together, loved each other, more than life itself. But their daughter, would keep him straight. He did not know he would need that straight path, one day… For one day, much against her will, the angels came, and took his lady away. He knew from the very day she left, that it was her choice, Her choice for him, to live, to love again. But he would always remember his love for the lady he lost. One day, after she left, he went to a friend, of theirs and said, “Have you thought about writing a song in tribute to her?” The friend said, “No, but it would be a good idea, I think, But I don’t know what to put in it. So why don’t YOU put some ideas down on paper; and I’ll see what I can do with it.” And he did. And now, 147 (at this writing) poems later, and many poems being very highly popular, and very well read, his writing career was born. Along the way, one night, he was talking to his son. He knew his son was a gifted saxophone player. He’s even been called a young Kenny G. But one thing he didn’t know was his son was a poet too, and a very good one indeed. But he was lonely, and he missed the companionship of a lady, Almost as much as his own lady he had lost. Unfortunately, he made some mistakes along the way, because of that loneliness. But one day, fate struck once again. He moved back to his hometown, To be with someone he thought he wanted to be with. But that fell through, almost as soon as he moved. But… There was someone else waiting out there for him. Someone who would change his life, once again. He even found out, quite by accident, that she knew the lady he had lost. They had never met, before, but right from the start, love came running after them. So, as I’ve said before, what a lucky man he is. How do I know? Easy my friend. easy. That man, that man, is me! © Jonathan Wikkins 2002 Revised March 3, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 28 2002 09:58 PM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   spiritual • love • life • personal