grateful when i recognize that my walk is out of sync

there wasn’t much to do but accept it for what it is

a day to be somber and to choose carefully those words that needed to be said

deferring to be reserved and not flippant with my lips

sometimes the draw you pick is the meanest of the herd

best you can do is hold on tight and hope you avoid the mud

i am at peace as i lay my head against the pillow before i sleep

say my prayers and be satisfied, not great, but i did the best i could

time out