Old Age New Man

No Ma’am I am not the man I once was

My heart tells me to tell you this is true

The guy you once knew grew weary

Of all the things for you he used to do

Now my fists don’t raise no more in anger

My voice has forgotten how to scream

Happy smiles and warm fuzzy feelings

My grandkids supplied a brand new dream

I don’t have to prove each night my manhood

Impress some bimbo who really didn’t care

If I’d breath shallow through broken ribs

As long as bloodied I’d still buy her a beer

Now my fingers just tease out poetry

My anger I traded in for story time

I like living life kind of slow and easy

Three published books prove I do fine

So wiggle your sorry ass out of here

Let me enjoy my diet coke alone

Me and my muse are here for the music

Isn’t it time you went on back home.