Average Adjustment

Again, this place, again Nothing new under the sun What I'm experiencing anew Has already been done Back in '92, I almost gave up But I pressed into the pain I faced my past with courage And used my loss for gain I've stopped dreaming of magic And that a happy ending awaits Instead, I live and love in moments Constantly adjusting my plate Today, grief is on the menu Bitter sorrow rises, again, in my throat Not to worry, just my harmony Hitting a sour note Look, there's Morticia on the piano Pounding out the black soot Even with the chains of loss Wrapped, tightly, around her foot Without the minor keys in living There would be no need for major strikes Although I will adjust my playing It will no longer be based on unanimous likes .....because I'm finally at home in me written by Trudy Schrader on 08-31-2018