Is there space for grace
when smiling in your face
laughing at your place
laughing for what you fight passionately for?
Slowly grates on your walk
can’t be grateful for that dork
chucking toys onto the sidewalk
whilst smiling at you on the dance floor.
Friends drive you round the bend
when you have no ability to defend
what you were building has hit a dead end
as they no longer care for the poor.
Wanting nice causes to celebrate
sipping beers with your chirpy mates
while you twist your stomach to pulsate
vomit projections a constant outpour!
Expectations throws its weight
time screams that its too late
peace whispers but now misplaced
as I fall crying to the floor.
Stiff upper lips are the orders
blasting from ever changing elders
worry hits the faithful others
as my demise has rocked them to the core.
Bad mouthing and the cynic
breeding drama in the panic
your answers a gin and tonic
as they count your flaws.
At rock bottom of the jar
past days seems really far
can’t tell on problems from each other
Feel love your friend offenders
Sitting up with a straight back
with the beats of life calling
brain forgets the attack
no bruises left from the bralling.
Knocking back swigs of whisky
Say cheers for a victory
Ticking along, hoping faithfully
raise a glass to surrounding poverty.
For when your with ones your heart seeks
the normal lady on the street
mess seems obsolete
Gratitude to serve the hungry and weak!
Thank you for the fight!