Listmates,
There were several posts here recently having to do with the subject of saints. That got me to thinking about whether or not I was a saint. I wanted to ask mom, but in her advanced state, I knew that I didn't really want to hear what she would say. I thought about asking my wife, but she has already told me several times what I am ... and it isn't a saint. And, I know that I didn't dare ask my sons. So that left just me. So, I wrote this trying to figure out whether I was a saint or a ....? I was totally unable to reach a conclusion here. I wonder, have any of you ever struggled with this thought? :-)
Jerry

Saint or ...? Which one could I be?
Which side of me does my dear mother see?
Does she even notice the smile that I wear,
Or does she just see a man with gray hair?
Saint or ...? Which one could I be?
Which side of me does my dear mother see?
Can she see my halo, this bright band of gold?
Which I wear on my head, so proudly, and bold.
OH NO! What's this? They're pointed and sharp.
I'm afraid this means that I can't play my harp.
I'm sorry my friends, I forgot they were there.
They were well covered - I thought - by my hair.
I guess my sainthood has been badly worn,
It appears that my halo is held up by my horns.
Saint or...? Which one could I be?
Which side of me does my dear mother see?

© 2000, Jerry Ham

e-mail: Jerry.Ham@werner-saumweber.de