**The Monologue of Charlie Boy**
(A friendly voice whispers)
Am I charismatic?
Engaging, or just completely enigmatic?
Or am I simply an old traveller from beyond The green hills of Old Avalon
Stepping into this new age reborn?
Did my guardian angels weep with joy when I found my new calling?
Do they quietly hold my soft hands and comfort me
Whenever I feel depressed, in pain, or like I'm falling?
I don’t have all the answers, for they will be revealed
When my time comes and I am recalled.
I'm not just a man of flesh, but an old soul slipping slowly, discovering new kin
scattered throughout Old Mother Gaia's mesh.
Am I just like you?
Another tiny beacon of divine light, trying to hold back the legions and hordes
who endlessly weaves
Reading from their leather-bound grimoires
filled with dark spells meant to deceive?
I'm so glad to meet you.
Can you feel that subtle electricity I'm sending through these words?
For it doesn’t matter what your gender, creed, colour, or ethnicity is;
Just try to write or sing with authenticity
And use whatever means to express your soul's lucidity.
For we are all different,
different in a good way.
When our true selves are revealed to come out to play.
So here’s to you, wherever you are, in whatever towns or cities.
As Big Frank once sang in 1969
Keep doing it your way
For not everyone can live a benedictine life
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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