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Along The Road

Everything in life has a lesson attached Whether we like it or not It doesn't have to make us feel good We don't have to like it But there is something to learn Something we should have done better And can start improving upon today A shinny green mini bucket loader Basking in the sun with a bucket half-full of firewood An abandoned gas station with a lot still full of old cars and a few trailers A new gray van pulling a horse trailer Much too slow along the back roads Long strands of golden brown hay Lazily flattening and perking up in the breeze As I walk around my nice clean apartment I know there's something I forgot The dishes are done And the beds made Maybe there's an appointment I missed Or a bill I'm supposed to pay Maybe I forgot to brush my teeth How embarrassing would that be! A tiny pink doll stroller Left out by the mailbox by the road Bright white lines painted along curving, cracked roads And the barely visible double yellow center line A bobble-head...

Fast Food

Oh, how I love Those onions They put So spar-in-ly On my burger I want to save And I want to go out Be one of the guys Live a little Be responsible, for the future And have something for my hard work But it tastes so good

To Do

Today, there's nothing to do Morning coffee and breakfast Then shower, shave, brush teeth, and take my vitamins But there's nothing else to do today Except the morning dishes And the trash And dusting a few places I never seem to get to Even though it's sorta clean, The sink, toilet, shower and floors maybe need it But I need more to do today I might get in a work-out or two A brisk jog in the afternoon And some push-ups before bed But then what, still nothing I could organize my filing cabinet Or call my sister or mother But I probably won't So today I might just take it easy And watch some sports

Being Good

Is easy When you're alone Or when somebody might be watching It's sorta quiet And deafeningly loud It's green, purple, and blue And sad when it rains It's following along And fitting in It's making new rules And remembering old friends It's something you work at Every single day It can come easy, But it's not misunderstood It's there for you Including everyone It's just the best The best there is

Thoughts

We worship the conqueror of sin That's respect Being good doesn't always get you what you want Don't be bitter Yet not I, but through Christ in me Let us close in prayer We all have sin debt No matter how hard you try, nobody can live a perfect life Every day we sin in thought and can not control this But we believe We try our best to live a good life by worshipping the Holy One Being a part of the community and helping others And thus we our debt is forgiven And we are asked to celebrate Living joyous lives

The Sink

Has been clogged for months When I wash my hands Or brush my teeth Even shave It fills up with soap scum and hair and paste It drains in like and hour, sometimes bubbling up and leaving a smelly residue I've poured a whole bottle of drain cleaner Down there One portion at a time I have a plunger That does nothing Over and over I've tried Again and again it remains clogged Until one magical day I found the perfect angle with the plunger And with a plop And a glug Water flowed freely again The clog was free And my bathroom was back

Car Wash

 I dislike struggling for everything I have in life I respect and appreciate the value The good things have I also wish to avoid the fight If I can, if only I could I know that everyone wants the same thing What is good, what's great I am a hard worker The struggle is real And I choose me I'll be around, as myself Working hard and showing respect for what I get A soapy, spongy scrub For every small detail and curve The wide, long hood And the intricate trunk Suds rile up the black dirt Swirling about the paint, shimmering in the sun And slowly dripping to the ground beneath That moment When all your hard work pays off Years and years of blood, sweat, and tears Fits Things work out the way they are supposed to It's not an explosion of success It's a slow drip of satisfaction That's going to last Maybe a minute, maybe a lifetime We got it and we are glad Buckets of fresh water must be filled And carried from the house To be drizzled and splashed and filled again Hopef...