Looks Like…
Looks like I am back to work,
I cannot believe this time last night I was such a jerk,
Even this morning, before they did call me in,
I was still quite upset; it did not look too good from within…
Looks like my job is even better,
Better than I had before, more money, that’s definitely better,
Hell I may even survive though another year New Year,
No more might I have for just now any tears…
Sorry for whining, sorry for bitching, sorry for being a baby,
You have all been so kind, you have looked past my warped mind,
And tried to accept me for the fact that I am less than perfect, maybe?
I appreciate it greatly, I appreciate it muchly, let me just say this stately…
THANKS FOR BEING THERE WHEN I NEEDED YOU!
© ed ~ 9/9/04
Now, if you still didn't have a job three months later and REFUSED TO LOOK for a job and were still writing poetry about not having job and being depressed about it, yeah, then people would say that Ed Whine-a-lot, what a whimp. ;-) However, after that cancer scare, no job, well, how bad could it be?
What can I say!!
It's an honot to be called your friend!!
Best of luck with your work and may God lead you all the way!!
Love Tinka
Yipee! Glad things worked out. So far I've found this site to be a relatively safe place to write whatever you feel like writing and to experiment with different genre.
Allen