one again tomorrow. You see, I've been working
shift work for the first time in my life, going on
two years .......
One who works any 7 day of the week and any
morning, afternoon or evening or a combination
of any of them all. There is nothing more
wholesome and rewarding as Friday.
A tradition we start in our teens, move into our
dating years, into our children's lives and all
back again. Most important, in all of those
memories are the friends we hold dear.
Yes, I mean you. One who thinks to reach out
every single day. Perhaps for some that is their
brightness for their day. You bring that to
people, the world, and so much more. If you
don't. You should.
I drove along the lonely road
exhaust falling behind as hazy residue
The snow covering winter's total darkness
The city behind with failing from sight
I had a talk with myself in my mind asking:
are you living the life you designed?
Well, no, my honest voice spoke
Not out loud, for others to vote
It shows in your face when looking down
A slight crease, warding off forming a frown
The music in the background drowned out by the
whop whop whop of the wipers
You realize you've been gripping the wheel so
tightly as though fleeing vipers
Suddenly your grip loosens up ad your chin rises
Your eyes open wider in rejoicements to see
you've arrived at you journey's end without
hitting a tree
The radio's music tempo on the radio reacts
with an upbeat change -even if it is only
snow within eye's range.
You wanted to drive to dispell the worry and conquer the fear
To master the feelings that linger near
So take a drive in sleet and rain
Out of the city lights to clear your brain
Not realizing it as the symbol it was
Daily we face limitations clouded in fuzz
The gift that you strive forward to is
a new appreciation of facing your fears
Like the miles on the snow ridden highway
with music's melodic soothing
To hip hop lyrics, guitar strings beats it brings.
Startling us back to the light we should focus on
Appreciate life even on abandoned roads
Forget about work, life's worries, those fears
Instead, reflect upon nice acts of kindness
There is always someone not waiting, nor hoping
for a kind hand to reach out
That may be who you needed to remember as,
for and being about.
Your gift is wrapped, even with a bow,
Who it is waiting for, may never know
While the whole world may wonder
how you found the calmness you glow
It is for you, about you, the forgiving you,
the worries bursting with warm memories
How odd that it is. All day long, every day, we
see those we know, meet and care about
Not ones we end up staking our lives, intentions
clouded by being part of a crew.
Forgetting to realize how important we are too.
Wanting to be close to that important crew
It is with caring and optimism that allows gratitude to renew
Written by Jeannette Marshall