I guess I’m going to start this off with a little poem about myself.
Who am I by Stephen Pignone
Who am i?
The question that’s asked,
Troubled in the mind
That is a fact.
Doesn’t fit in with this generation
An old soul some would say,
Once suffered with depression
Now seeing a better way.
At times struggle with the past
And tend to look far into the future,
Feeling a bit like a life raft,
Drifting away without a suiter.
Well there you have it
A bit on me,
What I write is like a kit,
Keep reading then you will see.