Hard On
It's hard
to get up some mornings
knowin' ya don't have coffee
and there ain't a damn thing ya can do about it
'cept go get some...
It's hard
to put on your running shoes
at five am when you're outa coffee
and ya know the stores don't open 'til nine
and you're tired...
It's hard
to watch your daughter cut her arms
because the boy that bought her the fifth of vodka
and kissed her last night
is on to the next thing...
It's hard
to explain to your son
that drums and guns are accoutrements
and not replacements for things like heart
and soul and being...
It's hard
to shrink or expand into a mold
whose curves and edges you didn't define
but whose definition is the only one that
allows ya to keep playin'...
It's hard...
when hardness loses its sanctity
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2007
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