I've Had Better Days Than This

I’ve had my share of Pitiless times from years gone before. Most have dragged my bleeding knees over life’s dirty floors. I’ve got scars decorating my body that still cause me pain, and hundreds lie beneath the surface that batter my feeble brain. My hide still bears contusions that took me down another peg. I’ve had busted lips, sore feet, and at least one broken leg. I can count lost love affairs that left my heart in a twist, even with those trials and troubles, they were better days than this. I was bit by a rabid dog and scratched by a hissing cat, slapped by trashy women, and oodles of “This and That’s.” I’ve been embarrassed numerus times, through no fault of my own, and all the times I dodged jail have long sense come and gone. I hate to cry on the shoulders of strangers that I’ve never met. Yet, friends that I could make a plea, got their reasons to cry and fret. I’ve played my part with shady actors chasing life’s busy bucket list. But even traveling those hard roads were better days than this. I’ve cried tears many a time when ole Hank sang the blues. And a piece of friendly advice, is something I can use. I ‘ve heard songs that jerked tears, and I can sing mine to share, for the scratches on this record run deep that time can never repair. So, tell your stories of good times and talk of fortune and fame. Ride the rails on the winning ticket, set high on the golden train, fly first class on your fantasy trip, take pictures and reminisce, but I’m wearing the pockets of a clown, I’ve had better days than this.