by Marilyn D. Lee
This week I’ve been feeling so blue,
I just don’t know what I want to do.
Others say it’s just the way it’s got to be;
they’ve been through it, just like me.
I’ve tried to act so big and brave,
instead of like I’m going to my grave.
But anyway I act, it still is hard.
So I just sit around like a tub of lard.
Maybe after “that” day has come and gone,
then I can pick up and “carry on.”
I just wish one thing the Lord had done,
let us go from twenty-nine to thirty-one.
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