I talk too much, I always have,
Much to my family’s misery;
The rare days that I’m quiet are
When they can see the best of me
And so I took up blogging — writers
Are forgiven monologues —
To write of common things, and see
The glory in the underdogs
And yet, I have a real life, too,
With work and bills and banks and such,
And a long-suffering wife who knows
Just like my dad, I talk too much
To share is human:
