
I feel I’ve been past due,
Milk carton expiration.
Old news,
How long do I have to keep on waiting?
I planted with blood, sweat, and tears,
Almost on empty.
I need an oil change for my gears,
Can’t get to Jiffy.
But I’m digging deep within me.
In well doing I refuse to get weary.
Because that’s the key to this thing clearly.






