The Grind...
It was up and out early
Shoving food down my throat
Coffee on the way
Roads were clear no traffic
A.M. talk radio never optimistic
Sometime times that just being realistic
At the job site 20 minutes early perhaps to meditate
Or just for the quiet relaxation
At 7:30 was when the Music was on
Noise over cluttering and missing out lyrics
Twelve an hour non-stop moving
Listening too a bunch of critics
It was busy work and made time pass
As we know time is money
Making the same as the people who cut the grass
Somethings just ain't worth it honey
They complain about the Government
Talk about the sport world "if they were the coach"
It was too cold, too windy, too rainy or snowy to deal with the circumstances
Putting in my two weeks was the most freedom I've ever felt
When surrounded by negativity
When told lies
When waiting for yours
When is just a time
Why is the answer
Who is the reason
Where just does't matter
What and Why are synonyms in this one
Kevin,
ReplyDeleteGreat rhymes! I really like your poem. Again, I can tell that you're writing from a good place. A deeper space.
Again, though, I'd prefer that your poem be attached to your journal entry -- all in one post. Just like my blog. (Check it out for a sample).
That way, you can add pictures (required), and design one post that has it all. Comprehensive.
Please do this next week.
GR: 90 (needs images)