One Day At a Time

Staring back at himself, what does he see? Ten years gone, a vivid memory The old, “lonely man” is banging at his door Doesn’t want to accept it Doesn’t want to hear it anymore He will rise above, above the slime He will conquer all, in all due time His patience is strong His endurance will prolong No one can take away The strength created that day He is no longer the same After playing such a wicked game He barely survived those troubled times Treading in a field full of landmines But he’s still alive and living life --One day at a time— Confront him not. He might go off! Telling it like it is, leaving you in shock He doesn’t give a damn anymore He was made what he is in this cold-hearted world His love was put to death Execution style done at its best Is there anything of him left? Shattered, left scattered --you figure out the rest… -Boz-