Keepin’ On

Busted yolk in my morning egg, broke a shoelace, skinned my leg
Baby’s diaper full of poop, car won’t start, wife flew the coop
Late for my job, dropped my cell, oh my Lord it broke to hell
I’d call in sick, they know too well, when I lie – my tone’s too thick
Life happens

My rent check bounced, my wife returned, then she pounced
Toilet seat has come unhinged, milk ran dry, coffee singed
Made a new friend today, she knows my wife, that’s not okay
Found a buck, I lost my job, such a run of rotten luck
Life happens

Long pants are pressed, the songs are bright, pastor says my future’s blessed
My babe’s first tooth, wife’s dad beat cancer, God’s plan and giving proof
Kitten in a tree, fire department came, oh mercy me
Two old friends drink, good times move fast, Lord’s work I think
Life happens

Hairs fallen out, babe’s all grown, wife has no doubt
Lost some weight, do unpaid work, mom’s feeling great
My daily bread’s given, we’re a joyous clan, and that’s called livin’
Worlds a-turning still, strife and trial, gladly pay that bill
Life happens

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"Let every word tell; Make every word count!" Those words were spoken by Ed Fike, editor of editorial page of the San Diego union newspaper in 1981, when I took his night school journalism course at San Diego City College. Mr. Fike had a profound influence on the way I approach writing. I believe he had a profound influence on everyone he met. Anyway, I did not pursue a career in journalism, but instead became a tradesman, earning my living with my hands. Writing is my hobby and pastime.
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Saurin Desai

totally relate to this… just had a yo-yo day, as you said, life happens… keep on going


Wonderful as days go we live long lives, I enjoyed the flow of your words a whole life flowed, Tradesman well writing is using the hand too they have far more expresions in the finger tips than our brain.