I Am!

 

I am a husband, I’m a grandfather. I’m a London taxi driver at times.
Often I sit at my computer writing silly rhymes.
I’m a cook, a washer-upper, a drink maker, and more.
I do so much that sometimes my feet are worn out and sore!

I punch the keys on my keyboard for a story to create.
But that makes me tired, so deadlines are often late.
I am independent, I’m selfish. I’m happy, but I’m poor.
One time I was employed working for the law.

If I was a comedian I’d make you laugh until you cry.
But that I’m not, so I’ll leave others to that and to try.
If I could make you smile and be happy for just a while
That would mean I’m still functioning and not yet quite senile!

© 2016, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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