It Could Not Happen to a Better Guy Than Me

It Could Not Happen to a Better Guy Than Me        February 16, 2006 (Revised October 6, 2013)

As I sit by idly
With Time on my side,
What am I to do?
The impossible?
And perhaps I shall.
I languished every second daily
To the point of discontent,
And yet, it could not happen
To a better guy than me.

I have no lover
Nor a job of repute.
I am 24 and desperate,
In denial of the Truth.
I see all of my friends
From yesterday and prior,
Marrying their sweethearts,
And birthing babes en masse.
Yet here I am, smiling,
Wallowing in Eternal excrement,
Because it could not happen
To a better guy than me.

Mother consoled me,
First asking how I was,
And then she replied:
"Still have no clue,
Do you, my son?"
What could I posit
As a retort to her logic?
She had me pegged,
And I sobbed ad infinitum.
With her eye so soulful,
With always a story to reveal,
She slapped my face,
And then asked
"What did you feel?"
I replied "Numbness,"
But she knew it a lie,
And she replied:
"You must be honest
With yourself
Before you can tackle Life."
She crept away sweetly,
As the Sage she is,
And you know,
It could not happen
To a better guy than me.

Normally, a slap
Shall be greeted with flames,
But she is a Sage,
And deserved center stage.
Perhaps she has wrestled
Pain in her time,
Tho' I cannot be sure,
Since she is only
Perfection in my eyes.
I have a rendezvous with destiny,
An appointment I must keep,
For I am not dead
Despite my shortcomings.
I stand before you now,
Present for and accounted,
Never, tho', perfect,
But I may make reparations.

Life could not happen
To a better guy than me.
All I have done
Is make due when I am lost.
I shall always be found
Lest I forget to glorify Faith,
And the respect she deserves.