you know since thanksgiving…..
I’ve been hearin a lot of cryin from grown
men and woman…
for instance, I don’t enjoy the holidays because my parents aren’t alive or
because my parents are alive…
yet when I’m around, they seem to be dead….
because we don’t get along well.
the only thing I ever found in my stocking’s at christmas time were my feet.
then I hear the bickering and whining about how you can’t deal with the christmas spirit…
well you can try the holy spirit…
see cause you can enjoy that everyday of the year,
holidays included… see now I can picture myself…..
out there tryin to deal with the muck and mire…
of tryin to fufill everyones desire…
except my own… then I’ll be
wondering how the hell did I let the christmas spirit…
take me out for a drink or a pill..
you see you have a choice…
you don’t have to follow the christmas spirit…
you don’t even have to feel it..
you can just as soon stay your sorry ass home…
but you’d better not be home alone, part two…
see you need to remember the pain,
so this way you can avoid the misery and the suffering…
volunteers only…
pay at the door... leave and your life inside
in fact you have to buy the ticket to ride…
by the grace of GOD here I sit in one whole piece…
and I got the nerve to forget,
I’am still recovering from a seemingly hopeless state of mind and body….
suicide my ass…. I already tried suicide on the layaway plan…
that’s what I’ve been running from,
that quiet power, so sneaky…
here it goes again and I’m ridin shotgun…
I’m cryin instead of thinking about when my kids…
depending on me to be a father and I didn’t feed them…
so they couldn’t eat,
cause their father wasn’t hungry so he didn’t see how they could be hungry…
and why he was so baffled when we would cry…
aint that some shit for a kid to go thru…
it shouldn’t hurt to be a child…
here’s the real hook ….
now the father is crying…
instead of trying to show some gratitude to a higher power…
that we claim to respect and appreciate…
I know a mother who suffers from p’m’s’…
she has a problem with taking care of her baby girl…
I know another mother who has a problem with her vanity, that led to her insanity…
she has all the strength and ability to nuture that child…
yet the dope won’t allow her to do so…
now it won’t let her connect a reason or let her find time…
forgetting that’s what her mother did to her…
to build that hatred she has harbored..
so long. she forgot she was one of those children who were being beat
instead of being fed… yeah cause her mother … father and aunt, was a crack head…
yeah all of a sudden how easily we forget…
when we get a little growth, or so called maturity…
we want so much shit… that’s just what we get, shit…
so we can once again walk.. shit.. talk shit.. chase shit and eat shit…
hell with a holiday… pray hard and thank GOD for another day…
see once again, I’m taking for granted…
like he owes me something …GOD said he could If we would…
try and seek him if you know that you want him…
act like you want a relationship with him….
cause aint no way the relationship is gonna work…
unless both parties show some sign of true interest…
He already showed me over and over again and again….
crying about a holiday… fool you need to get grateful for another day…
stop crying for what you already have…
take some time out to breathe…
so you can slow down your anxiety level…
don’t tell me about what you ain t got or can’t get…..
cause those are the things He knows will hurt you…
tears roll down my eyes…
for a child with a real reason to cry, he was born with no limbs…
no arms… no legs…
yet he can still get around a lot better than some of the people in this world with limbs …
no arms… no legs… yet he knows how to use what he’s got….
to function in life… no arms…
no legs yet all the toys he’s got for his holiday…
yeah all these toys…
he only lacks the limbs to properly play with them…
but he’s working with what he’s got….
so think about it the next time you start to cry ask yourself why
© Glen Wright
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