Our Daily "Bread"

Alarm-clock-sounds! and I think,
“Well,
another day, another 78 cents”.

Half sleepwalking to my window
to make sure the world is still there.
“Hello cruel world”.

I have to catch the 7:33 . . .
but I always take the 7:52.

Laying out my clothes, I mumble,
something about

getting up five minutes earlier,
then I tell myself

a new job is the key to my happiness.

Here I am, makin’ it on my own
Tryin’ real hard not to bemoan
That each must reap what he has sown.

My days are full
of struggle and survival,
of reflection on your saying,
“You gotta’ be in it to win it”.
I thought you meant the lottery,
I guess you meant your Will.

Well “Mama may have and Papa may have,
but G-d bless the child who’s got his own”.

I’m holding my own;
right now, that’s about all I’ve got,
G-d bless me.