Ole What’s His Name? As a kid I was a mite on the shy side, I was also a little slight of frame. My teachers never seemed to know me, And they couldn’t remember my name. I wasn’t endowed with any athletic prowess, So I did not excel in any game, My coaches when they referred to me, Was just “Ole What’s His Name.” My grades did not make me the top graduate, So to academic scholarships I laid no claim. I was bent on just graduating, Hindsight says, “I should have raised my aim.” I never left a trail of broken hearts, In fact I don’t remember a single old flame. Usually when I called to ask for a date, They’d ask, “Is this Ole What’s His Name.” Very few of our names will live in perpetuity, Time will erode and erase a name. Unless we’ve achieved some notoriety, And earned world recognition and acclaim. Someday when the roll is called up yonder, I will step forward without pretense or shame. I’ll answer when my name is called, Even if it’s “Ole What’s His Name!” M. T. Whallete © 2003
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 22:08:16 +0000
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