Who I Am - Not Giving Up the Day Job

Somedays a word forming on my tongue

Seems awkward and strange like it doesn’t belong

And I am at a loss for the right thing to say

As if my brain just took a holiday

But then I remember

I have lived lives before

Spoken more languages than I now can account for

So it is no wonder if every once in awhile

I find myself holding the wrong word file

Somedays I don’t really recognize

This house where we’ve spent so many years of our lives

And I feel like a guest that has just come to stay

For a month, a week, or only a day

But then I remember

No matter how many years on this earth we may face

In the end we are guests in its time and space

So even home sweet home nonetheless

We still might feel we’re at the wrong address

Somedays I don’t know these people in my life

I feel unfamilar with my friend, son, or even wife

And it seems there is a conspiracy to conceal

Secrets from me that they don’t want to reveal

But then I remember

I have known them all before with other names and faces

We’ve shared lives together in other times and places

And the only thing hidden is what we from ourselves hide

Truths by which we find it difficult to abide

Somedays my life and I just don’t fit

Like when I loosen up my belt a little bit

After all the turkey, stuffing, pie and ham

To make more room for who I am

But then I remember

Like those before me I will one day

Shake loose of this body which I’ll leave by the way

So it is really no wonder that every now and then

I feel at odds in my own thick skin

I guess somedays I just need to remind myself of

Who I Am