R.P. Infantino | Poetry | The Man I Long To Be

R.P. Infantino is a published writer of essays, poetry, short stories, novellas, songs, and more.

The Man I Long To Be
by R.P. Infantino

I could not labor forty years
At work I could not take.
To toil eight hours at a job
For the little I would make.

I could not buy a meager house
And turn it to a castle.
To build, repair, and paint it all
For me would be a hassle.

I could not find a queenly lass
To love and be my wife,
And live together happily
To the end of my long life

I could not raise a family
On the little that I made,
Giving them the things they need
With nothing left to save.

I could not do those kinds of things
It’s not my inner trait.
Yet one excelled in all of these
A man of kingly state.

A man so loved by one and all,
A pillar in the town.
All people praise him without end
His head should wear a crown.

My father is the one I speak
He’s selfless to a T.
The greatest man I’ve ever known,
The man I long to be.

S.A. Infantino
(1926-2023)
World War II Veteran