Jesse DeShay
San Marcos, Texas, USA
Jesse DeShaySan Marcos, Texas, USA |
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I am a common Christian man from a strong Christian farming family, the younger of eight brothers and four sisters. I am husband, father of two boys and two girls and a home owner. In my church, I am an ordained Deacon, the Vice-Chairman of the Trustee Board, member of the music ministry. I have been employed in the school system as a teacher and coach in all sports, specializing in girls basketballs and tennis. I am presently an excellent tennis and softball player. I have been in management and a counselor at Gary Job Corps Center for over thirty years. Presently, I am an L.P.C. contract counselor at the Community Correct Inc. I am a counselor and public speaker. I am an unusual poet who writes by sights, feeling, request and imagination. My first poem was written in 1976 while I was in intensive care ("My Experience With God"). |
I Die DailyWhen I look in the mirrorI just don't look the same. But I know this is me Because Jesse is my name. But I just keep on looking and some of me is gone. I just made up in my mind, to just leave me alone. Now, as I think about it I die some everyday. Every time I breathe Some of me is going away. I get up and do my task, Some of me has to go away. So I've made up in my mind That I die some everyday. I take my time and dress real sharp, I don't care what I say. We all just as well to admit, Folks we die some everyday. Yes, we look like the health department. We look in the mirror and we see some gray. This sends a blessed message That we die some everyday. I died some yesterday and I died some the day before. I will die some tomorrow, The next day I'll die some more. Well, I ask the question "Why, yes why poor me?" Every time I take a step, It's not to hard to see. I try hard to save myself, I take plenty rest at night. But when I awake in the morning, Some of me is out of sight. Yes, I take my exercise daily and I watch my appetite. But when I look in the mirror, I don't look exactly right. Well, I decided to retire hoping that would do the trick. But in just a few days, I felt a little sick. Now, I have made up in my mind, there ain't no use to try. Every time I open and close my eyes, Some of me will die. So, I give up, nothing more to say. I have decided, I die some everyday. |
All poems Copyright © 1997 Jesse DeShay. All rights reserved.