Poetic Verses
Those Punches
Here today being punched around by the fists of the recession
Stretching my dollars and wits in an infinite number of directions
As the blow like rain made me feet wobbly so I slipped to my knees
But will not go any further it could beat me up as it feel please
Looking at my position and this is not too far from the ground
But my determination to not by any mean go any further down
There will steel myself call on that inner self for that power
Because my intention is to be there until that bell signals the ending hour
Even as I remain there tottering under the blow's from the load
Somehow deep within there was something that was my goad
There were times though that I felt like I would surly sink
But there one think that kept my there and it was my ability to think
Though not down for the count but by the looks almost there
But in my mind there was certainly not hint of any fear
Because even though those walls seem to be closing all around
Keeping that clarity of thought would move thing positively along
Though not down for the count by alas still a certain degree down
No capitulation let the adrenaline flow as there is that look for a solution
See that as a stage of life that comes along in the form of a cycle
But there are always warning signs to give a hint of its arrival
This series of event certainly present to many such hard knocks
Some drained of fight are now being the subject of such mental shocks
It will be tough so take and indeed share as few punches which is right
Because that is the only way there will be seen any tunnel's light
Stretching my dollars and wits in an infinite number of directions
As the blow like rain made me feet wobbly so I slipped to my knees
But will not go any further it could beat me up as it feel please
Looking at my position and this is not too far from the ground
But my determination to not by any mean go any further down
There will steel myself call on that inner self for that power
Because my intention is to be there until that bell signals the ending hour
Even as I remain there tottering under the blow's from the load
Somehow deep within there was something that was my goad
There were times though that I felt like I would surly sink
But there one think that kept my there and it was my ability to think
Though not down for the count but by the looks almost there
But in my mind there was certainly not hint of any fear
Because even though those walls seem to be closing all around
Keeping that clarity of thought would move thing positively along
Though not down for the count by alas still a certain degree down
No capitulation let the adrenaline flow as there is that look for a solution
See that as a stage of life that comes along in the form of a cycle
But there are always warning signs to give a hint of its arrival
This series of event certainly present to many such hard knocks
Some drained of fight are now being the subject of such mental shocks
It will be tough so take and indeed share as few punches which is right
Because that is the only way there will be seen any tunnel's light
