My Waggon

My waggon’s on a bumpy road
The wrong side of the track
The sun’s too hot, the rain’s too cold
But there’s no turning back
Sometimes it’s axle deep in mud
Or buried in a hole
Tears of effort stained with blood
Come chipping at my soul
But if I find a meadow wide
Or river dappled cool
Or someone walking at my side
Why then I feel a fool
And even when the pathway forks
And hurt on trouble piles
I find that I can do my work
With courage and a smile

©jj 2019

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