How Is The Question, Will I Sail?
William McCurrach
19 August 2025

How, not why,
Is the question that needs answered it seems,
For How do you survive?,
How do you live?

When you believe you have so much to give,
But, the pain is so intense,
You lose your common sense.

When you wake up in pain,
Day after day,
Go to bed in pain,
Night after night,
You feel it in every move you make,
And wonder how much more,
Can a human body take?

Tolarate it they say,
Medicate it they say,
Exercise it all, away.

But when each move is pain,
Each step hurts you to your core,
Each breath is harder to take,
How do you keep going?
And How long can you?
Before your spirit does break?

I have seen this before,
Watched others struggle through,
Even helped many of them,
Who feel like me, not like you.

We all can feel the pain, as it hits,
We fight on through,
Every second of it.

People ask are you ok,
You laugh and this is what you say,
I am fine, I will be ok,
I take it all day after day.

One day at a time is all we can do,
and you carry on, not telling of the pain in you.
Knowing darn well, at sometime,
The pain in the body,
Will overcome your strong mind.

How much pain can the human body take,
How much can the human brain handle?
How much does one human endure?

A doctor will tell you,
even they are unsure!

Pain comes in many forms and in waves,
It wracks a body, it stops your moving,
It then hits so hard, your mind can’t handle it,
And you know what you face soon enough,
So you hang in there, trying to be tough.

Each day your spirit, grows a little weaker,
Each day you move slower, and get by like a unoiled squeaker.

You know there will come a day,
when you can’t move,
And they will take you away.

In time, you know, your time shall end,
So, what do you do and how my friend?
You hide the pain, you hide the angish,
You laugh and play, like it is just another day.

Hiding it all underneath a veil,
For you know, it soon,
Will be time for your soul to sail.

All We Need To Know

August 14th, 2025

William McCurrach

Waking up, each day is a blessing,

We breathe, we drink, we eat, you see,

But, we all know, The world, will never be,

The same without, you or me!

Each of us, has our own Purpose you see,

For we were put here, just to be,

To Be who we are, to help others near or far,

Because when we leave, we all become,

Another Shinning Star,

People see from earth,

Up so high and far.

Whatever you do,

Whereever you go,

Just be you,

Thats all you need to know!

And All we need to know,

All we are and shall be,

The Good Lord gave us,

Just to be you and me!

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.

Life they say is but a game and they let it slip away! That was said in a song by Seals and Crofts many years ago, and believe it or not it is true. many people tend to play at life, having fun daily and not realizing, excatly how fast time flies by. We tend to laugh and joke and play games, physically and mentally, and in the end one day we look up and we are suddenly, old or elderly, and not as capable anymore.

We age and the wear and tear on the human body can be painful and sometimes delibilerating also. mentally we start to forget things, because we stop doing them. Or because of chemical imblances we get in our systems. We forget places, and things, we never thought we would. we end up not being able to danc eor walk or run like we used to also as we age. we end up giving up sports, or clubs, or conversations out of frustration or lack of focus, as we age.

While this is a normal process for all of us who age and reach our elderly period of life, it doesn’t mean, wec an’t try now and then. I love reading, but find myself, reading less as I age, concentration became a factor for me. I love solving puzzles, but again my concentration has waned overtime also. Physically, i don’t walk like I used to either, I was averaging about 3 miles per day, now my body and back, tells me no. I love bowling but found myself, lately in more pain than pleasure from doing so. So, I have to stop for a while an dhope my back will be better in the future to do so again. It means changing how I bowl if i do it, so I don’t pull my back muscles anymore, and with six herniated discs in my spine, it may be best not to bowl. Each person is different and we all have different levels of pain tolerance also. Some of us can handle pain and still do, others can’t.

Lucky, in my case at least, is I can still write, poetry, short stories and blogs, to entertain my mind. I write poetry as it hits me, as many probably already know. I have written many and at least 51 short stories. I write of life, love, laughter, and sometimes serious subjects. My blogs cover all of the above and more, for I delve at times into the political arena, and talk of the countries current state. I wrote blogs for a web site for a summer, and of course have submitted some to news agencies.

Now as I age and my body starts to fail me, I am cutting back on physical activities. Those include bowling now, at least for a while and pickleball I gave up in 2022 after twisting my ankle, badly. It was like a softball for up to 6 weeks before it came down. I am a competitor at anything I do normally, that includes pickball, pool and bowling. Yet, i am also acutely aware that, others ee people who win all the time, as people they do not wish to play with anymore. So, I play the sports I do, without trying to win all the time. No sense having people saying they don’t like playing with me, cause I beat them always. I consider others feelings at all times.

I have what is called hyperactivity and attention disorder also. I get hyper at times and then slow down, and I sometimes don’t focus as well as I used to. I also have Post Tramatic Disorder from childhood and military life. So I try to control myself at all times, I had it drilled into me as a child, self-control. No one is perfect and may wonder why I Do not participate in many events here in Condo Activities. The answer can be found in my PTSD and, other medical problems. I try hard not to be rude to others, and I do not at times have the patienance to handle all that is thrown at me.

I am now facing shortly, the fourth Anniversary of my wife’s passing come August 10th, 2025. Losing her has been the biggest loss of my life. She steadied me, keep me busy, and was always there for 28 years. her sudden passing from her cancer, was rough on me. While I cared for her for 16 years, for her cancer, taking her to Doctors, tests, scans and more, including all her chemo and radiation treatments, over those years. In the middle she went into recession and life was good, till I wa shit with lung cancer myself. I survived it, and had a lobe and one third of my right lung removed. I came back fast and continued to care for my wife, till she passed, Ultimately, I hospiced her at home, in her final fourteen days.

Some ask me why, I do not participate in events here where I live. well the answers are found above in all I have spoke of. As to some who ask why I do not date, well, I am not an easy man to date, based on my PTSD, attention deficiet disorder and hyper-activity. There are times when I do slow down, and focus. I would never date a woman where I live an dit is nothing to do with the women who live here. It is based on the fact that it is a close neighborhood period.

I grew up as the black sheep of my family. I was the unwanted one, who was given away for two years and came back. In the end I was there when my step=father needed help rebuilding the home they bought. I wa sthere to protect my younger siblings when needed and care for them. I helped friends and family where and when I could it was me. I went on to a military life that lasted 16 years, through three branches of service, so I did ok. I even went back to school at 37 years old and graduated witha 3.7 grade average out of a possible 4.0. I ama member of two Honor Societies, Alpha Beta Gamma and Phi Theta Kappa. Won awards in Collage also. So I believe I did well. Even if I was always told I was a loser as a kid.

In the end, life is a maze of overcoming, dealing with and moving past problems and complications. Life is not, handed to us, and all handed to us. as we all know, one must work at what you want to achieve it. All is an effort folks, for all of us, maybe more so for someone like me. But, I am now 69 and headed to age 70 soon enough. I thank God each morning I wake up open my eyes and am able to get out of bed and move about. God Bless All!

July 21st, 2025 has begun folks. Time is moving faster the older I get it seems. It moves even faster, each day flies by, as I try, to stay healthy and keep going. There are times, I just feel like surrendering, and giving up, for each of us, have to havea reason to carry-on, or the alternative comes to be.

I had motivation to keep going for many years of my life, and at each period of my life, I seem to have done decently. As a child I was like a Rebell without a Cause, as a teenager I was more into helping my family and friend sin all they wanted done. as I aged into my 20’s I relaized that at some point I had to do something to help myself, so, I joined the military, to stop myself from flaying about in failure. I did, stop and get a GED Diploma, after dropping out of college, I knew I neded it to survive.

In the Military I found, structure, and interaction with fellow service members and basis’s for occupations. I became first a M-88 Tank retriver Driver and it sucked in the Army. When I left the Army, the job market was bad and declining so I went Army National Guard and became a Machine Gunner Scout. As I continued to struggle to survive, and ended up living in the YMCA in town, I became desperate and wasn’t sure what I could do next. So, I took a long deep breath and decided the Military was for me once more.

I entered the U.S. Navy in December of 1978. I became a Sailor who became an Engineer onboard ships. I was a Boiler Technichan, and I hated the job really, high heat, sweat, hard work, that was labor intensive. Constant drills, and long periods at sea, protecting America it was for me. I grew used to it after so many years, and it became a job that was steady. After, the first contract was ending I reinlisted twice more. By that time, I had, married and had two daughters at home. I needed the stability of the job and service, to keep myself inline. It worked for me at the time, and for my family at home too.

Then I was injuried aboard ship, when I fell down a steel ladder going into the Engineering spaces one day. I was picked up off the deck and shipped out to a Hospital in Germany. The U.S. Army General Hospital, admitted me and put me thru numerous tests, MRIs and Cat Scans, Physical Theraphy, before they got my back straight and me able to go back to full duty. The injury, would ultimately cause my discharge from the Navy, As one Navy Doctor put it, I was a Engineer, if I could not go back to sea, they would discharge me. Simple solution it seems to me. Once discharged things changed fast, I could not get a job, due to the injury, and the money dried up fast. At the same time so, did my first marriage. Not having the paycheck anymore and no way to pay the bills, we sold our home. Once that happened, it was over, really. Divorce hit and the life I had was finished I was on my own once more, alone.

I jumped from job to job, never happy. I struggled finacially. I eventually ended up in a small apartment in a basement, trying to survive once more. I was depressed and down and out. I decided one summer day to get off my ass, and go out and try something new. I went to a Singles Dance.

I met my second wife there, by asking her to dance. She saved me, in many ways. She took me in, and helped me straighten myself once more. I got with the Veteran’s Administration and they put me through College. I hit a High Mark as I got my Associates Degree in Hotel Managament. I ran Hotels for a short period of time and resturants, fast food for a bit. Then, my back acted up again, and I was determined to be Uemployable. I ended up on SSDI amd Veterans’ Disability. My wife and I stayed together no matter what, and we lasted 28 years.

As I helped her keep up the home we lived in, she worked. Then, we had o sell her big home and we did that and moved into a smaller model for us. It became a daily routine, I would take care of her and her me, as she worked and I handled the home and more. Then, things began to change again.

My wife fell ill, and off to Doctors we went. At first we thought it was temporary stuff. Then, a Doctor took blood tests on her and scans. We found she had Breast cancer, and the battle began. It would be 16 years worth of battle, testing, MRI’s, Cat Scans, Chemo and Radiation. A Brief break came when the cancer backed off for a bit. while she was in recession, I was hit with illness myself and diaganoised with lung cancer. As I went through my cancer my wife sat by, standing by me all the way and worried I would die. I survived it, and had a lobe and one third of my right lung removed. No Chemo, No radiation at all.

Then shortly after, my wife’s cancer stormed back. It went from breast cancer to blood cancer. The Chemo and Radiation trips were now, once a week for each. I would sit by as they hooked her up and pumped her full of it all, as she fought for her life. Each day was feeding her, and staying with her, and watching her. She was a tough woman, who knew what was happening to her, but she kept a positive attitude and kept going. I called her Miss Amazing to everyone I knew, she refused to give up.

Then, came 2020, the summer, her health had started to deterioate, that spring. She was weaker, slower and she just never said or complained of anything. Doctors, tests, scans, Chemo and Radiation weekly. she just kept steady and smiling the best she could. I would watch her daily and wonder how the hell is she doing it. Then one July day it began in the evening.

We were watching tv, and it became bedtime. I got up and told her lets go to bed. she said no, she was gonna stay in the recliner and sleep there. I tried to get her to come up stairs to sleep, she said no. So, I went to bed. At 3 am, I was awaken by a beating on the walls. I got up and ran downstairs, to find her on the floor in the bathroom doorway. she had gotten up in the middle of the night, to go to the bathroom and fell in the doorway and couldn’t get up.

I got her up and put her in a chair, then called an ambulance. Off to the Emergency Room we went. She has an egg on her head, and couldn’t walk. They examined her and admitted her that morning. It was the beggining of the end. I didn’t realize it yet of course, and she hid information from me.

After two months in a hospital bed, they released her to come home. I brought her home and she acted like nothing was wrong. I fed her each day, watched her and did all I could for her. Then, one night, we were watching TV, together, her in one recliner and myself in another. I looked up, and she had slumped to one side in her chair. I jumped up and asked her is she was ok and helped her try to sit up straight once more. she couldn’t do it. I propped her up with pillows and told her I was calling an ambulance, she argued and said no. I did it anyway, cause I knew she needed immediate help. Off we went once more to The emergency room and Hospital. It was the final run folks, I was hoping I was wrong, but, I could tell and she knew it.

Pills, chemo, radiation, and stuck in a hospital bed, she fought still. They treated her, then transferred her to a convalenscent home. I went daily to see her, one was in Hartford, a 50 minute ride away and daily I drove back and forth to sit with her, stay with her.

In the Hospital once more, back to the convalenscent home we went once more. It was to be the last time, I got her moved closer to our home. I would be with her daily, every chance I could or they would let me. We had hit the Covid Scare in America and I was limited in my visiting, due to it all.

Finally, it was the last week of July 2021. I went to be with her and keep her comfy as usual. I walked into her room, and she couldn’t feed herself anymore. I fed her, and she fell asleep shortly after. I got up and marched down to the Administrator’s office and asked her why no one fed my wife? The answer was, we only have so many nurses and we do the best we can. I finally had enough. I asked the Administrator when my wife’s Medicare ran out. she looked at me and said three days. I asked how much it would be, if she stayed. Three Hundred and Fifty Dollars a day was the answer. I knew we didn’t have those funds, and couldn’t afford it. I asked that Hospice be brought in to qualify her and bring her home for me to care for her.

Three days later she came home, and was set up in a bed in our dinning room. she was home and glad for that, but, she also knew what it meant. As the Hospice Nurse discussed her care with me and made me sign the DNR forms, she heard it all. When I fed her something and finished she asked me with her eyes closed if she was on a DNR, I told her yes, I was sorry, but had no choice. She understood.

I set up what I could to keep her going, and called my sister to come help. We had hit the final days now. I hired a Nurse to help care for her, worked with Hospice and my sister too. After ten days at home, I went in and saw her for the last time as she lay there. I bent down and kissed her forehead and told her I loved her. I told her to go ahead and join her parents and son and rest, and stop her pain. It was the last thing we said to one another, I love you. She passed at 5;35 pm that day, it was August 10th, 2025.

The next ten days, were a blur as I prepared for her burial and was lost in a daze of despair. We buried her on a sunny August 20th, 2025. I almost joined her myself, wanted to, but my sister saved me, by taking me in and helping me clean up all.

It is now July 21st, 2025, the memories of it all flood back to me today, as I know August 10th is getting close once more. It wil be four years since she passed, come that date. i remember our final days together and our final words to each other more each day. These day get to me each year, and I find myself, fighting to maintain myself. Yet I know, I must carry on, for there is no alternative for me. I end each August 10th, each year since she passed, in tears. Grieving I am told is natural to do, and I know, it is what I must do. So, I do it it and carry on.

Cancer has taken my Grandfather on my Mother’s side, it has taken my Father, it has taken my Step-father who raised me, it has taken my Mother too. It took my Bloved Wife from me, and it hit me also in the mid-stream of trying to save her. Yet, as I grieve, I am still here fighting on and surviving. What the purpose of my being here still is, I do not know, but I do know, I go day by day, and try to be the best I can and live the best I can, each day. God Bless, those I lost, I pray they rest peacefully each day!

I only ask, That People Give to The American Cancer Society, so they can help others. If You can do so. Thanks to those that do.

Inside, each of us, is a still the child we once were, what we do is downplay and control that child like quality, and we mature they say,

Well, here isa thought, few of us forget, on a constant basis. That child like quality of playfullness, laughter and just joy at everything we do is suppressed far too much, folks. We lose a part of our personality and souls as we go along. We stop laughing at things that other laugh at, we start taking everything seriously, and in the end we tend to mature to apaoint, where weverything we do, has to have apurpose or reason, we can justify.

Why, is that, folks? Well, simply put, we are taught and it is drilled into us, to grow up, mature and act in certain ways as we get older. We tend to be less playful, less funny, less easy going. We tend to avoid trouble of course in this way. So we interact less as we age with others. Why, well because we get stuck in our ways, and we do not allow change, nor do we accept difference in the people we know well. We tend to get comfy, with the same friends and family, we accept them, because they act like what we are used to. Accepting change becomes a problem and so does accepting differences.

This person does this and i would never do that! Ever hear yourself saying that? Or I don’t understand why that person is so loud, or laughs so much, or teases so much? Or maybe, you stop and go, why doesn’t that person join in more, in community activities or conversation or events or sports? Everybody has reasons for not joining in. Some don’t like the people involved in such things. Some don’t like the events, or the type of community interactions that are occurring. Some don’t like gossip and talking behond someone’s back, some have trust issues, medical issues or more. The thing is, each of us, have our own reasons don’t we?

Some won’t wear shorts in hot weather, some won’t run or exercise/ Some won’t participate in things others will. Some won’t share things they consider private or personal, and to that, point, it is fine of course ans better for them in the end. No one needs to know your birthday folks, or your medical conditions. No one needs to know who you love or like either, unless your in a relationship with them. IT’s all a matter of what we share or care about most is it not?

Some like a breakfast at a certain place, some like italian food, some french, some greek or whatever, Matter of taste right and sometimes, it is a matter of the area we grew up in or our ancestry too. But even with that taken into account, what is it that makes us all so different, on a personal basis and so different in public places and interactions. Some accept sociatial norms so to say. Some don’t. Some go along with the crowd and some don’t. Those who do, are not always the happiest, but, on the other hand those that don’t aren’t either. Those who do, may be happy for a short period of time and then find themselves, unhappy later, because they went along due to peer pressure. And tjhose who don’t fall prey to peer pressure may feel like they want to belong, but don’t know how to be accepted. It’s a problem in society in America and around the world. It’s actually called living andlearning folks. What most do not learn isa simple thing, accept those around you, doesn’t ean you have to like everyone, just be accepting them for who they are. You don’t need to be best friends or in live with them, just respect them. Understand, personal preferances and tastes are something we all aquire as we age. Some love to dance, some have two left feet andc an’t. Some love sports, some don’t. some like large crowds and some don’t. There are so many differences that sometimes we shut out others due to them.

Introverts like small crowds, quiet times, and one on one interactions. Extroverts love large crowds and being a part of large occassions and events. A introvert is more quiet, an extrovery more noisy. Why are there these two kinds in the world? Well, folks, here is an insight for all. Our parents make us so. It has to do with the way we are raised and taught and guided to adulthood from childhood. the Parental teaching and lessons we are taught make us who we turn out to be. For some lack certain qualities, certain abilities and develop at a different pace. So, we become the mixed society that make sup the world.

July 18th, 2025, When you look at American Politics, you get stuck on Donald J. Trump as President, first and foremost. he has single handily, shaken America by it’s throat! The Economy is a mess, no matte rif he says it isn’t. Medicaid and Medicare are under attack, social Security is worried and people are being knocked off it, when they need it most. He has Killed USAID and the Education Department. Why?

Now the Epstien Case is back, because Trump ordered Bondio to refuse to relase any of the files regarding it. While I agree all files related to the Case against Epstien should be released and i mean all, I also know Trump does not want that. Why, simple photos of Trump and Epstien together with 12 and 13 year old girls are all over the internet, papaers and magazine in America. Of course Trump doesn’t want to face charges over it, and of course he knows it can effect his Presidency and life. So, he obviously told Bondi to make the list and files disappear. Now he does a 180 and tells her to release all pertinant files. Which means, what he considers Pertinant to what Epstien did, not him. The problem with this is simple, who were Epstien’s clinents and where are they, and shouldn’t they be facing charhes for using his services and these young girls? Of course they should and the world owes it to the real victimes of Epstien’s crimes to reveal the names of the individuals who, participated and took advantage of these youg girls. They should all face charges for it and they know it too, just as Trump knows he should too, but he will fight it, of course and deny it of course.

In the end Americans, we the people need to speak in this case for these children who were used and abused over os many years. They deserve their justice, and to be heard and listened to and to be able to fight back against these rich, politicans and businessmen who paid Epstien for this service and the use of their bodies. Anyone saying I am wrong here is a total nutjob, or a screwball or just plain assine and that includes Trump! If it were his daughters, his children or yours folks, wouldn’t you want the men and women who did this to these children, arrested, tried and convicted for doing so? I know, I would, if they were my daughters and sons!

While Trump is President, he believes he can control all issues and the Country. He can’t folks, and it is time Americans stand up to him, stop his path of destruction and make him face all charges for all crimes he has committed. He doesn’t belong in the White House folks, he belongs in an orange jumpsuit behind bars, just like his buddy Jeffery Epstien was!

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!