Circles, backflips, loops in and out
All of the others do,
When all I want is to hole up,
Until I can find the perfect opportunity
For me to ease into.
I’m calm as a body on ice,
I’ll play my life hand,
Skip all of the dramatic spice,
Then simply roll with the concluding situation,
Understand?
The family wanted me to attend marriage counseling
At a church,
Then pull a three-day stint;
We visited a nephew’s farm on a hill
Inside a forest of birch,
Walking around while they toss out rude hints.
I’ll admit,
I need to make a fortunate play.
I need resources to net;
Positive luck needs to have a sway.
But I’m calm as a body on ice,
What shall be
Will come,
Stormy or nice,
Enshouded in dark clouds
Or blanketed in warm sun.
I will roll with the punches,
Come what may,
Even if we all lose our lunches
Or wind up having to sleep out in
The hay.
We can make plans,
Yet the blustery wind still blows!
We can kick rusty cans
Farther down the road.
Skies are seldom grey
Living from day to day.
What if I wind up hitting it big soon?
What will they all say then?
Will they all simply dance and drink with me then
‘Neath the next full moon?
