A Strange Kind of Sense
By John Herlihy

My life has always made a strange kind of sense;
Whatever I did, things fell into place in recompense.
I was always very shy when I was a young child,
For clear decision to make, always better to be mild.
While others couldn’t decide and simply dithered,
I would always make a firm decision and delivered.
Shy on the one hand and decisive on the other,
Distinctive traits I got from my beloved mother.
Then there is the impulse for people to worry,
Of things that never happen, and always in a hurry.
When I laid myself down to sleep, my day was done,
When I awoke, I was ready for the new day begun.
Being shy didn’t stop me from being a disciplinarian,
Although I am a meat eater and never a vegetarian.
I am not a pretender, what you see is what you get,
I always fulfill promises and a wrong I never forget.
I never had the need to complain or sit on the fence,
Even with my faults, life makes a strange kind of sense.