I Can't Win.

 I CAN'T WIN!!


This morn woke up, with a weight upon my soul
As if my eyes were closed, my whole worlds, gone
To keep a hold I must, upon my feelings that I know
To contain them, let them not spill so 

Sitting here, looking out it's rather a grey sky
With a murmuring wind whispering by
The branches of my trees swaying in the wind
Whispering the birds, as they float, in the breeze 

By a mere hair, my soul's trapped anchoring me.
why, can't I just fly, like the birds in the sky
Simply can't free, myself fighting another day am I
With my friends by my side, why so alone must I be 

One more second, one minute hours ,hours in the day
When I could be, floating like a condor flying high
Trapped by a mere hair am I
Being shunned everywhere, In my mind.

A chink of blue high above I see, peeping at me
Lifting my spirits telling me, pack it in, 
Lifting this gossamer lining from your mind... 
My mind refuses to let the sun in its one of those days I can't win.

In the mire am I, tears flowing like a river.
Myself I must grab by the scruff of the neck
Pull my socks up, don't let it get me down
At this moment in time shall be hanging, washing on the line

Then Beethoven on the deck I shall do the iron
His soothing sounds through my very soul, 
Wonderful sounds, my brain my mind's, wow!
How can you feel this low...
When Beethoven's in your soul.
Am smiling! as I iron on and on...
                       
                                 By Connie James