Why does love always feel like a stick in my eye
When I constantly reach for the sky
Looking for the answers why
It's kicking my butt and leaves
An empty feeling in my gut
Instead of chasing woman like a rutting buck
I always get stuck with the ones
That want to run amuck
I have no luck even sold my truck
Thinking that love has struck
Instead, I got smacked around like a hockey puck
Talk about a man with bad luck
I try to stay as far away
From that kind of women who plays that way
But they always seem to latch on to me
I'm so lonely I just want to be happy and free
Have a life full of mystery
A love that makes life snug as a lug
Not one you can stomp on like a bug
Or one you can just sweep under the rug
I need to change my ways
So I can find a woman who doesn't play that way
It seems like they all know what to say
Before I know it I'm saying goodbye
Because it just feels like another stick in my eye
No matter how hard I try
Oh lord why does this keep happening to me
I pray you bring love my way today
That will make my life as it should be
With a wonderful woman beside me
That neighbor of mine has been stingy as hell.
As a businessperson, he has done quite well.
His enterprise has been growing larger each day.
It has been that way since his partner passed away.
For the longest time, he has exhibited frugality.
He has never known the meaning of charity.
Christmas is a day he wants to sweep under the rug.
I have heard him refer to this season as a “humbug”.
Well, something strange must have happened overnight.
What he is doing appears almost as a fright.
This morning, he said “Merry Christmas” to me.
He took my hand, and gave me a gold guinea.
Then he was dancing around in the street.
He laughed and greeted everyone he would meet.
I really do not know what happened since yesterday.
However, I hope the man will stay this way.
I wrote and submitted this one several years ago. I thought I would repost it for the season.
That neighbor of mine has been stingy as hell.
As a businessperson, he has done quite well.
His enterprise has been growing larger each day.
It has been that way since his partner passed away.
For the longest time, he has exhibited frugality.
He has never known the meaning of charity.
Christmas is a day he wants to sweep under the rug.
I have heard him refer to this season as a “humbug”.
Well, something strange must have happened overnight.
What he is doing appears almost as a fright.
This morning, he said “Merry Christmas” to me.
He took my hand, and gave me a gold guinea.
Then he was dancing around in the street.
He laughed and greeted everyone he would meet.
I really do not know what happened since yesterday.
However, I hope the man will stay this way.
It was a situation that I could no longer sweep under the rug
I had to get a handle on my addiction to drugs
I knew that I could not cope with rehab nor a twelve-step plan
I placed the answer to my problem in God's omnipotent hands
I believed that the Lord gave a tremendous strength to me
and with the Holy Spirit I could claim the victory
clean and sober is now how I live my life
with daily prayer and meditation on the word of Jesus the Christ
It was not an easy process at times it was difficult and hard
but I trusted that all I would require would come from the Lord God
I hope that this poem will enable someone else to realize
that with God on your side you can win the greatest prize
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