The Man In My Life
From a time when life was a lot more simple, a lot less complicated,
Willie Ryan wrote the following checkers poem. This
man in my life checkers poem is about what's happing
in his life.
When I'm feeling happy,
And all the world seems gay.
I sit down with my checkerboard,
To brew some master play;
And as I work I whistle too,
As starry moves come into view;
Then comes a knocking on my door,
Which seems to me I've heard before;
The jig is up ~ I drop my pen;
Egad, that nasty man is here again!
With saddened steps I cross the room,
Like a killer walking to his doom.
The door swings wide, and do I get bent!
My landlord’s here to collect the rent;
There he stands with austere mien,
His hand outstretched to take my green;
He’s the man I fear the most,
He’s the one who knows no host;
His tune is old, ‘tis the same old shout,
“Pay today or else get out!”;
Oh, when the landlord comes around,
My checker play is never sound;
I call them wins when they were only draws,
Why, he’s to blame for all those flaws;
When upon some golden strand,
Life’s journey ends in the promised land,
Perhaps I'll get a harp and wings,
And a checkerboard ‘mongst other things;
‘Tis certain there, on that distant shore,
There'll be no landlord at my door,
Man In My Life poem, by Willie Ryan.