For Names Sake

The definition of my name is “people’s victory”.  It’s defined by endless joy, but also by loneliness. It’s similar to one too many raindrops, and too little sleep. It’s followed by a deadbeat who’s trailed by a doubting man. It’s the color of warm gusts of air, and has the smell of coffee it can’t drink. It’s the shouting of words that need to be heard but never understood.

It’s the name of a man that discovered everything yet claimed nothing, a real victor. I’d tell you a story of the amazing man I’m named after or the wondrous way of how it came to be me, but it’s simply mine because my parents thought it fit.

It’s the only one that doesn’t start with C and it’s seriously lacking in the H department, and it’s been retrenched to the point of near extinction. South of the border they hollow out the beginning and lighten the end, In Russia they dirty it and make it of the earth.

It’s a tiger that looks a lot like a bear, but sounds like a lion. It’s the sound of an only boy surrounded by women that can’t seem to get along, but can seem to agree to hate. At school it’s pronounced acquaintance, and at home it’s corrected to stranger.

If you say Nicolas six times fast you just may hear it sing, say it
fifteen times and it may just be your friend, look into his eyes, take his hand,
and he'll love you for a life time if not more.