You got thirty-five minutes to cry
As this bus rides by houses you see.
You got thirty-five minutes to dry
Your eyes, as you silently cry…
They say don’t do things
in a fit of blinding rage;
I beg to differ, go create.
If we continue to redefine
What a president can be
will we have as our president some day
a monkey whose total experience
is he or she can swing from a tree
or swing a big golf club
and hit a small ball from a tee
towards some numbered holes?
Count not months spent in
leg casts while living each hour
in my timeless love
Repetition gives you the ability to notice when things are
out of place, when something isn't how it used to be, you
can see with eyes shut that something is missing, you can
feel it with your body language and with the way
someone talks you don't feel the spark you used to, and
it's like the conversation aren't tailored to suit you. Who
do you run to when your the one everyone else runs to
about the problems and issues, who's there to hug you or
hand you that box of tissues and say life is gonna be
alright. Who do you talk to when you have those lonely
nights where you wish someone's day was way more
exciting than yours, what do you do when you can't shake
the feeling something isn't right but you question if you
really wanna open that door...
Thirty-five years in a fifty year old building where I repair all.
Having that many years of changes within, each one I have saw.
I answer calls each day to fix everything, either big or very small.
Reality is and this is not vainness, they expect me never to fall.
Truth is I listen to every word that is said, though it might be tall.
Years of paying attention watching closely to every bouncing ball.
Facilities maintenance is one title that my job holds so dear.
I just call myself a maintenance man, and no job do I fear.
Victory is mine if I can repair and keep it running so clear.
Eventually though all things must be replaced some year.
Years spent in one place can take a toll on anyone’s heart and mind.
Every soul needs a change once in awhile, so peace they can find.
Another twelve years is what spirit will endure, before I unwind.
Retirement is not what I seek, for I have always worked in a grind.
Service to others is more than a job to me, my life, existence refined.
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