I'm your man,
your very own first Northern Star,
the first of the 3 legged stool,
upon which enthroned poets,
the world, do rule
the honor bequeathed me
to be a first follower cannot be
disdained nor diminished,
in this case,
the greatest is to be the first,
a quenching of thirst
so long in the parching,
the throat left burning
so come to me,
message me a message,
find me a find, a poem so fine,
our vowed embrace will n'ere be broken
give me this honorific,
let us together be terrific,
raise our glasses,
arms entwined toasting you
and all that breast of yours
bursting full of fulfilling future~contains
I am a father.
I am a grandfather.
I am a First Follower.
I am a First Responder
for all who need a leg up.
my legs are as old as time,
measure me not by the rings and meter scales of aging,
but by the muscles of my affection,
the solemnity of my irrevocable promise
the blessing we earn when you post,
while we wait in quiet attendance -
for your good works
"Blessed are You Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe
who has given us life, sustained us, until just now,
allowing the reader and the writer, to reach this day."