The earlier drafts
I hoped I could find something that says exactly how I feel,
I found a letter
I did not write it,
It spoke to me
From: THE BOSS
I am God. Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. All situations will be resolved, but in MY time, not yours. Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
If you find yourself stuck in traffic; don’t despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.
Should you have a bad day at work; think of the man who has been out of work for years.
Should you despair over a relationships gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.
Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire situations, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children
Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.
Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.
Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what my purpose is? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.
Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them.
I love you, AND I WILL TURN YOUR SORROWS IN TO HAPPINESS.
Just know friend that I do things MY way. Take care and remember that you are not alone.
I used to have a faithful dog
The kind that loved to wag it's tail
I used to have a homely dog
That lay on the lap
That danced to my tap
Now I'm haunted by the ghosts of my dog Miranda
The one I put down with stones
And whip lashes with nails
Bitch bit me when I served
For I picked out lean meat and served her bones
And I would have let her live
For she got her fair share of bones from the neighbor's plate
And biting's off the butcher's counter
And leftovers from the butcher's wife
Miranda went around and came back home to scrappings off the floor
I guess she felt she was stooping to low
Now I'm less someone to meet me at the door
And I'm haunted by ghosts each time I need a newspaper fetched or more
32nd U.S. President