Fleeting Feelings
I’m tired,.. shot, ..got nothing’,.. zippo,
Feel like I’m dragging a big ole hippo.
I want to do all kinds of things,
But I’ve just got no springs.
Ain’t it terribly awful … to feel like that?
Feel like spit... that’s just been spat.
But I’m sure there will be many better days to come,
When I’ll feel like the cake instead of a crumb.
Hope dictates …the tide will turn,
I’ll be the bird, … not the worm.
Wisdom dictates I’m bound to learn,
Feel the faith baby!… Stay firm!
Copyright © Robert A. Dufresne | Year Posted 2010
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