I read this poem this morning about the power of love. I could have written this about my bride (well, maybe not so eloquently). She’s a keeper.
The Changed Man
By Robert Phillips
If you were to hear me imitating Pavarotti
in the shower every morning, you’d know
how much you have changed my life.
If you were to see me stride across the park,
waving to strangers, then you would know
I am a changed man—like Scrooge
awakened from his bad dreams feeling feather-
light, angel-happy, laughing the father
of a long line of bright laughs—
“It is still not too late to change my life!”
It is changed. Me, who felt short-changed.
Because of you I no longer hate my body.
Because of you I buy new clothes.
Because of you I’m a warrior of joy.
Because of you and me. Drop by
this Saturday morning and discover me
fiercely pulling weeds gladly, dedicated
as a born-again gardener.
Drop by on Sunday—I’ll Turtlewax
your sky-blue sports car, no sweat. I’ll greet
enemies with a handshake, forgive debtors
with a papal largesse. It’s all because
of you. Because of you and me,
I’ve become one changed man.