I don't have a Ph.D., I've never won a thing.
I can not play the violin and can barely sing.
My bank account is overdrawn, credit cards are full.
My dog done run away last week and my pocket knife is dull.

I ain't much of a poet, as I struggle for a rhyme.
My sister's in the loony-bin, my brother's doing time.
Someday I'll have to find a job, but that can wait a while,
My truck's got tires as bald as me and wouldn't last a mile.

The IRS is after me, my kids are into dope,
I'm so far down and out right now there's very little hope
Of climbing up atop the pile; of making true my wish.
Guess I'll grab a six-pack, and just go out and fish.

For when I'm on the water, all worries go on hold.
To heck with all financial woes; to heck with growing old.
All I ever want to do, is drown a piece of bait.
I don't think about my ills, when I hold a pole and wait.

The mid-east can continue wars, the stock markets can fall.
Presidents can romp with aids; I don't care at all.
When a fish is on the line, a cold beer close at hand,
I'm just as rich and happy then as I could ever stand.

Jack

Good stuff Jack !! The "Service" is strong in your words !

white17 - Thanks Ken. That there's as high a compliment as I could fathom.

Well deserved !

Just saw this work of art...yes I agree, I've always felt that "Service " strength in your writing, Jack. I also love reading your works aloud to friends.

Many thanks Sharon. Coming from an artist like you that portrays my poems as "art", I'm proud. I read a lot of Service, pretty much every day, and to be compared
with him is truly humbling, although I know I'll never be close to his equal.

Jack

To me, Service, as wonderful as he is for the written phrase, is not even equal to YOURSELF.

Your life, has been full of artistic talent expressed that the written word is only a small part . Most people in life have only one, maybe two or three talents they become well articulated in. You have many.

It is all art.

Both sides of your brain , expressed in the logical and the artistic composure , have fused the bridge into both as few have ever attained.

I feel this in my cells... that at some point, you have a written composure concerto brewing in the make. That, when finally put to paper, will be the brilliance in crescendo summit of all your love and life's existence.

Just my instinct speaking....

I like this one. It would be whimsical if it wasn't so accurate LOL

Nice!