My Life

Week to week check to check living thee American dream living in dept, middle class friend to the Joneses only seeing the greener grass behind high fences, early to bed early to rise sore feet an aching back with blood shot eyes, wasn't told as I walked home from school playing kid playing a fool, thought worries were for the weak 30 years later worried this ship might sink, it was like it was yesterday I was going to do it my way, now yes sir yes ma'am I'll do it this way that way any way I can, hoping for some day the end of the rainbow when I no longer hear what they say, I did it and I do it the best I can there is no giving up no no in this man, a dogs day to say the lease but this dog doesn't tug on his lish, I know I know a man is only as good as his soul so I cry no tears I take with me no regrets this is my life and I'm not done yet, and no matter the climb or how high the wall I know I may fall, but I will get back up dust myself off and always stand tall.