I’ve been trying to make some real adjustments
To this world… I live in.
But can’t seem to find the right tools to use
To correct this mess… I’ve gotten myself in.
Took a wrench… to tighten up the nuts and bolts
Took a hammer… to pound down some rusted nails.
Took a screwdriver… to turn the screws from working out
But with every tool used…tasks tried just seem to fail.
Guess I should have maintained my life a bit closer
So the now maintenance…would not be many.
In fact if I would have eaten and exercised more
There may have not been any.
But I intend to make things right again
As they were once a long time ago.
Then I could maybe loan my tools out to another
They might be more in need of them you know?
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem