Embracing Authenticity: Let Me Be Me/ Some Poetry I wrote!

Let me Be!

William McCurrach

August 8th, 2025

I tire of anger,

I tire of hate,

I tire of people,

Who decide to judge others,

Without knowing facts.

I tire of being told I am wrong,

Like anyone else,

I also tire of trying to be,

Someone, Besides myself.

I do not care if you think,

I am not a part of anything and everything here,

For there are days of grief, days of suffering,

and days of hope and happiness.

You know not my reasons for what I do,

So, stop telling others lies and garbage,

About me,

Let me be and just be me.

I ignore your faults,

I don’t ask why your angry, or mean,

I don’t bad mouth you to anyone,

So let me be, and be done.

No I don’t need to satisfy, your wants or your needs,

I don’t need to participate, just to please.

I need to be me, why can’t you see,

Hate or love me,

Cry or laugh,

In the end I am me,

And you can’t take that back!

I write, I laugh and I cry,

I will be me,

Till the day I die.

I don’t need to explain, or tell you,

Why?

Shinning Star

By: William McCurrach

January 14th, 2025

I have loved many from afar,

Like a person staring up at a star.

To dream of what could be,

If i had just one of those I loved from afar,

With me.

The thoughts of a long journey with someone you love,

Is never lost, while there is a star in the sky up above.

So, if you are like me, and have loved,

Someone from a far, and looked up at night and seen a shinning star,

Know, what I have learned over time,

You can try and try, even sometimes cry,

But, the dream of the one you loved from afar,

Will always be represented by that shinning star.

Each night you look up and see that star looking back,

Remember, there is someone who loves you from afar,

And I will always remember you, as my shinning star!

Time and the Black Train

March 23, 2025

By: William M. McCurrach

Time goes on, day by day,

The quiet is deafening,

Since she passed away.

Each day, I miss her so,

Even knowing she would want me to to go on,

I know.

The days seem longer,

The loneliness,

Gets stronger.

Time feels like a bother to me,

For I know as I grow older,

Alone is not good you see.

I also know, what few may not.

Time does not stop,

There is no bringing her back.

So each day when I awake,

I feel like the ache will not break,

Or go away.

So, I lie in bed,

And wonder each day,

When will be my time,

To join her in peace?

Time will tell I am sure,

For the pain and ache, is pure.

The only question that remains,

Is how soon,

That burns in my brain.

Each day, I wonder when,

I shall not wake again,

And ride that black train,

To be with her again !

I Am Me

By: William McCurrach

July 10, 2025

I am me, for who-else can I be!

I may not be a genuis, or a Don Juan,

I may not be a President, or a Kings son,

Yet, I am me, and that is who I be,

I live, I laugh, I cry and I shall die.

By the time I leave this earth,

I just want to be known as a decent person,

Since my birth.

No one is perfect, no one is pure,

But, being a decent person of this I can be sure.

I may hold a door open for a lady,

I may laugh with a friend,

But, I am never shady, or a liar,

And thats how I shall be till my end.

You can hate me,

You can love me,

You can even think you are above me.

Just remember one thing ,

No matter what you do,

I am a human being just like you.

I have my faults and so much more,

That is what living a life,

Is definitely for.

So if you don’t like me,

Do what I do,

I shall avoid you,

If you avoid me too!

Why Must the Days End?

By William William McCurrach

Why do the days have to end?

Why do the nights have to come?

The Darkness rolls in,

Night reminding me,

Of, my past, my sin.

I didn’t know what you wanted or needed,

You refused to say,

So now I wonder and think,

All night and through the day.

I go thru life, a statement reverberating in my mind,

It’s one I carry with me,

And shall for all time.

My father, laid dying on his bed you see,

And these are the words he said to me:

My son he said my days have come and gone,

I shall leave you before long.

But live your life to the fullest and enjoy,

Do today what you love the most,

Enjoy life to the fullest, and love those around you the

deepest,

For though I be gone, and you may cry,

Please remember these words, I give you to keep and

hold.

Live your life with honesty and truth,

Be happy, be true, be honest and be bold.

As I leave you now, he said:

I shall be gone, and you will cry,

But remember this is not, goodbye.

We are all put here for a purpose, yes, a plan.

When we fulfill that purpose our time has come,

And our life is done, and I am just a man.

The days will pass, the weeks will come and go,

The weeks, will turn to months, the months to years,

And over time, you will, have cried all your tears.

But live your life for each day you are here,

For the calendar will continue to roll,

Time will pass before you know,

In the end my son,

We all eventually do what we have been put here for,

And our time is done.

Then he rolled his head, in his bed,

The vomit came, his eyes rolled back in his head,

And peacefully, and in silence he was dead.

I remember that day oh so well,

I remember the fishing trips, the pizzas, the laughter and

the tears,

And have carried his words, with me and lived them for

all my years.

This was written by me, when my Step-Father Died in 1990.