The Every Man

The Every Man

I am The Every Man

Or so my friend doth say

You fit in everywhere

At work or while you play

A mountain man in spirit

A cultured connoisseur

Women take me shopping

Then spill words into my ear

I listen so intently

And give my sage advice

Sipping wine together

Or something over ice

A metro man I am

Poetry I write

But if you become too dangerous

I’m not afraid to fight

I carry guns and ammo

A knife is by my side

But in a suit and loafers

With aristocrats I ride

The beggar’s not below me

I sympathize the plight

But what can I do

I struggle with what’s right

I can make you something pretty

Earrings or a ring

And when you least expect it

A song for you I’ll sing

So if you need a friend

And want to find the best

An Every Man is out there

He’s the one who finds no rest

What is The Every Man?

This truly is what a friend called me the other day. I am not sure what spurred the comment in conversation, but as we laughed and talked about it, I began to think that I just might be The Every Man.

One of her first comments was “You fit in everywhere. You’re comfortable in every situation.”

In a sense I think this is true. I can blend in and talk with any crowd, whether it be high brows or beggars. There are plenty of people who can do this, so in and of itself, it’s not impressive.

As the conversation progressed, she pointed out that to her I am a mountain man. I can harvest my own food, taking it from field to table. Yet, I can slip into a winery and have a semi intelligent discussion about their offerings.

I write poetry. I make jewelry. I am a photographer. I’m a damn good cook.

I am slow to anger, but God save you if I do reach that point. I protect those that deserve my protection. You might be one of those people, or you might be one of the scared.

All my life I’ve been “the friend”. I’ve been asked to go shopping with women because I will tell them honestly how they look if they want.

I can’t even begin to tell you how many conversations I’ve had about relationships and kids, and whatever the heck else was needed to be discussed at the time. But I endured, and genuinely gave responses and opinion.

In retrospect I think I’ve been a “The Every Man” for a long time.

I’ve remodeled houses for people and myself. I can build a house, wire it, plumb it, etc. Heck, I built furniture for my sons that 20+ years later they’re still using.

There’s other more intimate aspects of The Every Man that don’t need to be discussed in this post, but just know I’m there too.

Wow, as I re-read through this, I sound like an arrogant ass who is bragging about all he can do. But it’s not that. I’ve been blessed with the opportunities to do so much, and learn many things.

My work has allowed me to visit every state and Puerto Rico.

I’ve traveled around Europe, Ireland and the U.K. My brothers have me beat in total countries visited though, so I am behind in that travel.

There is so much I wish I knew how to do. I can’t play the piano. I wish I could create that beautiful sound. I’ve never finished my college degree. Another regret that I may one day make up.

For all my good qualities, I failed at marriage. Full blame fell on me, but what the hell, The Every Man just moves on.

As I go forward putting thought to electronic paper, I’m going to expound on some of my The Every Man doings.

Who knows, it might turn into psychoanalysis of my twisted mind.

Give me your comments and opinions below if you know a The Every Man.