October 6th

If frustration is good for the soul

And if it’s good to have an occasional crisis

Then it’s time we were back in control

Time to reap from our own sacrifices

I’m not suggesting we are owed anything

Or that the world is being two faced

But if you’re suppose to receive what you bring

Then mine seems to have been misplaced

I’m not going to harp on about a difficult day

I’m not a believer in superstition

I’d just like luck to meet me half way

Since we got to this good position

I’d like to live whilst I’m are alive

Cos I don’t think I’ll get to heaven

I use my own rules to survive

Turn my music up to eleven

I’m not asking for you to do it all

To serve it all on a silver plate

Just warn me before a possible fall

And highlight helpful fate

Help me, show me blueprints of your plan

Give me a definite obvious sign

Have I annoyed the great godly man?

Have I disappointed the divine?

If so, then apologies, offence was never meant

I have just tried to do my best

I tried to be open honest and pleasant

Tried to be happy and noblest

So my frustration will never show

My wits will stay so sharp

And when I die, then down I'll go

Because I can't play the harp.