My name is James Vincent Rouse
nothing new, nothing strange
people have heard it, said it
thought of it, and known it,
there is no real ring to it
nothing to make us stop and wander
but it's my name.
On it I can build my dreams
and finish my goals. I can change it,
rearrange it, mame it, claim it,
proclaim it. I can stand on the highest
mountain and yell it. You can file it,
list it, ban it, search it, and fire it
but you can't live it.
People will hear it and hate it
, depending on what they think
of the person who claims it. Some will
love it and cherish it knowing that
I'm more then a name. Letters will
show it, people will know it
and I will care for it
Because my name is who I am.
But it is still just a name.
Loved the second stanza. Good write.