doesn’t take much for a little bump in the road

to start the wagon weaving and you spill your load

as you settle the horses and pick up the debris

and old man’s saying comes hauntingly back to me:

”take your eye off the prize and forget how blessed you are and you will see in a hurry how the castle tumbles down. As you lay in the rubble you see a bird fly overheard and he drops a load of his blessing right on your head. you start to whine and before you speak, you remember a promise you didn’t keep……………..always be grateful.”

doesn’t take much to turn your world upside down……it can go away as quickly as it comes