Waiting for a Miracle
By John Herlihy

Down in the dumps and off my game,
One thing for sure, nothing stays the same.
One minute my nose sniffin’ corn on the cob,
The next I slip in the mud and wanting to sob.
Anyway, what should anyone expect, a free ride;
I feel happy at day’s end to still have my hide.
Oh sure, I know we all have our ups and downs.
What should I do, join a pack of blood hounds?
There’s time enough yet to sort out my affairs;
Aging’s been kind but I got an ear full of hairs.
Why shucks, I’ve still got my life before me,
With a career, such that it is, to restore me.
There will be time enough to settle my account,
To count my pennies and add up the amount.
Who said that we are our own worst enemy?
I, for one, have come to rely on a single remedy.
The day will come when it’s all going to happen;
I never lose hope and take each day as just startin’.
As I walk home in the dark, I often wax lyrical.
You never feel too bad when waiting for a miracle.