I never win anything like money
There’s nothing else I can think of;
Wait just a minute, sonny.
What about that prize on the radio, love?
You got two full meals at Hardee’s®
And shared one with a workee.
 
I still say I haven’t won.
Oh, but you have.
Remember that poet’s thing, son?
Yeah, that’s right, but that’s not salve
For my conscience, Sir—
This mind of mine is in a blur….
 
Okay, I’ll admit it, you’re really right:
I have won several things;
The most important one is my sight.
No, there’s another that makes you sing:
It’s the Lord Almighty in your life;
He takes away all your strife.

So, from now on, son;
Remember to pay respect to The One
Who watches over you
From sun to sun to Son.
 

© 2007 George E Thompson