I did not run away from home or family or my present past,
I knew I had to leave, stagnating me was where I once and remained at last,
So I left, my home town, an acting out clown, needing to find maturity.

I joined the service of Queen and Country, only to learn that I was a failure,
To my dreams of absurdity, made decisions and choices hoping to find a saviour.
Only as an immature man can do, yet moving forward, aging as we all do, each day.

That changed and with more, than care that I became self-aware, not of my limits,
but there were others, differences too that I did learn and experience hints of fitness
possibilities, alone I would fester in my own skin, it was because I had wanted to win.

A career of eleven long years traded in for love and a 3 year marriage, in fact,
A Saviour found by the lost, faith found, He covered the cost, a propitiatory act.
Leaving a Gain, moving with a repeat Nomadic cycle, chasing work to find a Home.

Three hundred thirty nine months later, almost a year of months, we have been wed,
The memories are many and not the same but we grow much closer together instead,
You bring colour, and vital vibrancy to our life, do I bring you reason or rhyme?

I will keep this short and sweet and cut to the chase,  next to you I see life
differently, even when I look in a mirror at my face, through trials and strife,
and purpose, I am His to serve, my rough edges are highlighted by lasting joy.