trying to shift my head
out of the dawn sun
slicing through the glass
as they witter on on on
& he said so I said
she said so I turned to her
& said what about…?
the struggles of the working poor
trying to make sense
out of the everyday
striving for jesus make the day
to knock soft on heavens door
hope for a place at the table
home for those worn out feet
& I would love them more
if there was a bottle between us
something to take
the edge off away
help me get into the zone
prepare me lord
help me earn my pay
neilbenbow 