When I was young, I secretly wrote some poetry. It was possibly quite bad, and it’s thankfully been lost to the ages. Cancer awakes different parts of a person. I now shower at night before bed. I get out of bed earlier. I drink alcohol less. I’m much less political. This blog proves I am more introspective, and I guess a side effect of that is writing poetry again. A recent vacation to Hawaii gave me time to consider a few things, including 1. I need to eat more pineapple, and 2. I need to write more. Just put thoughts into the computer, whether they are published or not. Staring at the ocean has always made me pensive. It settles my soul. So here I am. A man and his first poem to be shared publically, baring myself like a streaker down Main Street. Just go for it, and ignore the people who point and laugh. Full discloser : This poem was a failed attempt to write music lyrics, but it’s my story so it should be sung by me. And no o