trust

every morning here at home
the tv shouts today show on
coffee brewing daily wonder
snowing hard going under

can't get past this seven meter
or the ryme that seems to keep her
sitting here avoiding worry
money now is in my slurry

work i love is now appearing
ending gloom in this new yearing
jesus says to turn it over
if you're irish four leaf clover

whatever works i guess i'll keep it
better this than loss of sleep shit
so i'll go and buy some land
knowing there's a healing hand

for all of us who take some risks
we fight with faith and not with fists
day to day i live my life
in my house with my new wife

knowing i'm protected here
trusting fate with no real fear
time for me to say good bye
just a poem floating by