Jack Pink

Circles to boxes no matter how mum

Being in a nice room with no clutter

Invite everyone have a party relax get

Used to it have a happy hut strife they’ve

Been  there they had that slop

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An Honest Day’s Work

Leaving, coming, staying put.
Going around the long way
Is sometimes worth doing.
Taking time to look at the scenery,

Even if the scenery is
The latest road construction.
Look at the men.
See their faces.

Think about what it takes for them
To do an honest days work,
To put food on the table,
To pay the doctor bill,

For their sick child at home,
Who is not covered by insurance
Because her father’s employer
Doesn’t think it’s important enough

To provide benefits
For his employees.
And when he has finished
At that job, he goes home,

Takes a shower, and then goes
To his other job as a janitor
At a local private business,
Trying to be friendly and polite

To all the employees
As they leave their only job
To go home to rest
And spend time with their families,

While he is just beginning
Several hours
Of emptying trash cans
And mopping floors.

Sometimes life just isn’t fair.


Sometimes people float into

Our lives, and they stay a while.


You don’t know how long

They will be there.


Sometimes you become friends,

Due to common interests,

Or common experience.


And sometimes that friendship

Blooms into something more.


Sometimes you really care

About each other,


And sometimes, you fall in love.


From there, at least for a while,

Things sometimes go nicely,


But often, one or the other

Brings the sting of pain


Into the relationship.

And from there,


The relationship is tested.

Can the love withstand


The pain, or is there

Reason to break?


Such is the path,

That some tread lightly,


And some go through

Full-force, future-be-damned.


Either way,

Sometimes love is fickle,


And sometimes love

Turns into war.


One never knows

What to expect,


When one falls in love.




Carry on Tuesday #110