It's trying time again,
I never quit,
in this world of grit.
I try love,
evil still does shove.
I try positive,
I live positive,
I sleep positive.
It is my guard,
like a big dog
in the yard.

Everyday is trying,
keeps my brain frying.
I feel scrambled,
in a losing game gambled.
Everyday is a grind,
pressing my mind.

From early morning get up,
it's very hard to sit up.
Once up and around,
I want to lay back down.
I sit and I think,
bring these feelings to ink.

I'm fighting a losing battle,
give me my baby rattle.
The baby kicks,
unknowingly tricks.
I know what I'm kicking at,
be better with a baseball bat.

I keep trying hard,
then I'm lying in part.
At times I get tired,
my brain gets all wired.
I just sit and wonder,
about lifes thunder.

Boom!

G