Complaints Department
(Tommy Entrican 12/17/23)
For what it is worth we have all had our share
Of all the bad stuff that hangs out everywhere
Sure there are those who live delicate lives
Then there are some who live deep in the hive
Some stay silent and smile as they pass
While others complain till they run out of gas
Yet others attract all the dark clouds above
They make it through life with a push and a shove
Upping and downing we wince at the pain
Some will just groan while others complain
People bombard us with thoughts and schemes
Sometimes it is all we can do not to scream
Discomfort is normal, our bodies a mess
There are mornings we do not want to dress
Still we push forward, though we wonder why
At the end of the day we just lay down and cry
The crunching and cracking we hear in our bones
As our family drifts and leaves us alone
We have no input on how we grow old
Wrinkles and cracks and joints that won’t fold
All in all life can rot your insides
Unless you ask Jesus to please steer the ride
Move your piece on the board, but do not pass go
Just wait for His call for you to come home