A kinda Poem about life and love
They sing for a living, why not me?
I started out feeling sorry for myself and ended up in thankfulness.
Poems some times come out. Some times I reckon we need to write a poem. I heard a man say he keeps things bottled up inside. I think that may be a bad idea, not judging, just saying.
I thinks I is beginning to like this thing. It kinda allows a man with no backbone say things he may not otherwise.
I am not a good poet and I have only read fancy notions like haiku something like lambic pandemeter . But I figure if you know my heart you might get my poetry.
Live is always good
Well you wake in evening about time your wife does come home.
And you little child wakes up and calls her as her own
Every body got the red eye everybody got the long sigh
We are just a family struggling, we know the lordy will supply
But we got to eat now brother or we are gonna die
We are just a working family trying to get by
Well we never going to cry now and we never going to weep
But were gonna lay down hungry sometimes when we go to sleep
We are current day families trying to raise ‘em right
But we ain’t got enough now lest we scream and fight
So we ate at the table off a ham hock a given
And we gave thanks now to the bounty we are liven
We bowed our heads in wonder and we held each others hands
And we prayed for a better time for our people cross these lands
When the day breaks we will rise up and be happy for the butter in the pan
And we will say thankyous for life though it is owned by the man