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Picture of Me


I do not take pictures of myself

I save that duty for others

I take tools off of a shelf

And work with men I’d consider my brothers

 

My pictures show two tattoos on my back

“Nothing worth having comes easy” and “A Son reflects his Mother” are what they read

Working hard until the job is done is my knack

And putting forth an unbreakable effort is what I bleed

 

My pictures are filled with family, friends, and those I hold dear

Without the love of others, my life serves no meaning

A strong and resilient man is what I see in the mirror

But having faith in my family and God represents my being

 

My photos exemplify my small town life

School, Work, and Church represent my days

My dreams of helping others are rife

And the Healthcare field represents my ways

 

I am not a man that takes pictures of me

My words are more important than paper and pen

And everything in my life starts with we

Ask me for my help, my respond is “when”I do not take pictures of myself

I save that duty for others

I take tools off of a shelf

And work with men I’d consider my brothers

 

My pictures show two tattoos on my back

“Nothing worth having comes easy” and “A Son reflects his Mother” are what they read

Working hard until the job is done is my knack

And putting forth an unbreakable effort is what I bleed

 

My pictures are filled with family, friends, and those I hold dear

Without the love of others, my life serves no meaning

A strong and resilient man is what I see in the mirror

But having faith in my family and God represents my being

 

My photos exemplify my small town life

School, Work, and Church represent my days

My dreams of helping others are rife

And the Healthcare field represents my ways

 

I am not a man that takes pictures of me

My words are more important than paper and pen

And everything in my life starts with we

Ask me for my help, my response is “when”

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