Brown streaked with silver,
My hair is all there.
The eyes, blue at times,
Stare out through the lines.
Blue jeans and flannel
I hang on my frame,
Black pointy toed boots
And a belt with my name.
Organic Chemistry I do as a PhD,
Still not afraid to get grease on a knee.
I treat all I know with equal respect,
From brick layer to Nobel Prize winners, Iíve met.
Iím teaching my children to hunt and to fish,
to cook, to sew, to clean up a dish.
I read poetry, play classical piano,
Stalk game, and hide in camo.
Iím a husband, a father, a man about town,
My wife will tell you: I act like a clown.
I look at myself, nothing special I see;
For after all...Iím really just me.
p.s. Yes, I do support a big handle-bar mustache.