51, IT'S ALL ABOUT ME (I) Many poems are rattling around inside my head. I must share another before I go to bed. Should it be serious, or maybe funny? Will I write it sitting on the old dunny? Who cares what or where I write, as long as we all sleep well at night? Life is to short to take everything seriously. Some have said I act deliriously. I must question some decisions I make and the directions on the road I take. Will they be right or will they be wrong? Which ever I make, they must make me strong. As you may see from these verses, it is all about me. It is me that I love. Loving yourself is a great start, even if you are an old fart. There are twelve I's in the above poem. Go make your eyes roam.