With Drink In Hand

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“With Drink In Hand”

By Robert J Hardy

                                                                                                     

Here I sit with drink in hand

At 3am wondering life’s plan

It seems as though my hopes and dreams

Are way more complicated than what it seems

 

Try to do the right things at work

But always come off looking like a jerk

One wrong blurb that starts a commotion

It’s always someone else that gets the promotion

 

Everyday as time goes by

I cannot help but to wonder why

Death and hatred is aired so freely

It’s always the children that die so innocently

 

Yes it’s true the world we survive

Is so caught up in everyday lies

With eyes on the road and mind on the phone

With drink in hand, I’d rather be alone

 

I don’t see my kids nearly enough

One day a week is oh so tough

I pray that one day all this will change

While the love from my children, forever be the same

 

I know right now they’re too young to understand

That what I’m going thru is just part of life’s plan

One day will come when all will make sense

As for right now there’s only a broken fence

 

Now that my drink has taken its toll

I’ll say good night before this gets old

My heart is hurting and my eyes are sad

I just miss my kids and want to be a good dad