Alfie and Titus

I have been watching videos on youtube  recently of people who just get out there and who just do things in their own not loud way. What they have is two things  needed to succeed or live a quality of life is a good attitude and a strong work ethic. These two men have stuck out for me because of their different perspectives, One of these people is a young British guy Alfie, with no qualifications, he makes a living doing odd jobs on his tandem bike. He was a disaster for the people who employed him not because he didn’t try it was just because he wasn’t up to it. So he figured out maybe just go out and have a go at using what he could be good working at for himself instead of just sitting at home giving up. He is getting somewhere as a result. Another one I have watched is about Titus Morris from deep in the woods of rural Appalachia this man lives alone on his land. He grows his own food, has no government ID, his overhead is $140 a month, and he possesses a claimed happiness by being free from the system. I couldn’t live Titus life or Alfies but I can really admire what they are doing with their life and it has a good sense to it.  Titus is a horse person and a small part of my life and more for my extended family lifestyle has for us and our sins been spent raising horses and Titus philosophy on interacting with these magnificent creatures and all animals ticks my boxes. I’m a meat eater and he’s a vegetarian and I would have many philosophical differences with Titus but I would like to meet him and be a friend. So I wrote this poem knowing these two are truly living a good life.   So here is my poem about these two good men who I would like to meet and be proud to call friends.

Alfie and Titus
Might not be Rock and Roll
But completely whole
Two men who make me realise
That while I am trying in vain to be a little bit sophisticated
Complicated and good
I know very much I am the same as all the other trees in this wood
That is what drives me to write this poem
To give it a home
While filling in time while no one is online
I’m not saying we are all willing members of a toxic throng
All getting it wrong
We are all people of hope
Although we all can be part of the masses hidden in the throng
Sometimes not always able to sing our own song
Its always good to know.
The humble doers
Ones maybe we should admire
Nothing to do with their attire.
Bearfoot or in shoes
They just do what they do
As I take up a pen and write down notes
Of what those good people do .
The words they use are not because they are the ones who want votes
Yet they have good antidotes
They are people
Who can’t  be defined
Do their time
In a practical way
Laid back making it look easy
Enjoying working hard in their particular  paradigm
Not always considered of our time
No words
Just living by their actions
No followers of herds
Many considered them as nerds
When they are the ones who truly  are not destroying our abundant reserves 
Not ticking the right boxes option.
To pass a man-made judgment plan
Invented by popular woman and man
Not just talking theories
People with a natural zeal
With a practical sense of real
While discarding some bad suburban mythology
I’m not about to say a deeply held belief though not mine is just mythos
That would degrade all good persons, with a heart and soul
It can be a unnecessary mean way of making anyone not feel whole
While they are achieving a perfectly good goal
Alfie with a bike
Titus with horses
If they were married men
Neither would end up going for divorces