Just when we
were starting to relax and think that our work was done (2 days ago) we
received a call on the phone. Would we speak in church this Sunday? I’ll tell
you what- we are totally reliant on technology in the Hazard home. Our internet
still isn’t connected (don’t even get me started) and preparing a talk without
the online resources was NOT the easiest thing I have ever done.
We finally
finished everything, but then last night after we put the kids to bed Rachel
realized that somebody (I’m thinking Addy) got on the computer and deleted her
entire talk. Two days of hard, internet-less work went down the drain. Rachel
was devastated. Church starts at 9:00am and she was to be the opening speaker.
Not good.
So last
night I spent driving around town trying to find somebody’s unsecured wireless
line so that I could rip off their internet. It was for a good cause, right? I
finally ended up at McDonalds and got the stuff I needed before racing home to
report to Rachel. She worked hard, and finally finished last night around
midnight. We gave our talks today and all went well. Now we need to take naps.
Last night
while Rachel was re-writing her talk I took a part of it, and in order to stave
off the boredom of watching her think, I wrote a poem on a whim. I haven’t done
this since my grade-school days, but back then I was a very prolific writer and
I have to say it was sort of fun. I like writing.
Anyway-
Rachel wants me to post it, so bear with me. Feel free to skip this next part
if you want.
My Nameless
Poem That Was Written in the Middle of the Night When I Had Nothing To Do
-By Me
I don’t
think I can handle this
High
school’s such a dragMy girlfriend won’t talk to me
I hate my mom and dad
No one understands me
And I don’t have any friends
Surely when I move away
I will be happy then.
Now I am in
college
And man,
this stuff is hard!I miss my easy teenage years
When family wasn’t far
I wish I had somebody
With whom to share my life
I know that I’d be happy
If I only had a wife.
I’m married
now, I’ll tell you what
It’s
everything they sayExcept nobody mentioned
All the bills I’d have to pay
The rent, the car, and don’t forget
The student loans and gas
A job would bring such happiness
And then I could relax.
Work, work, work- that’s all I do
My life
seems all amisThose days of college suddenly
Seem easy next to this
My life seems unfulfilling now
I’m needing something more
I’d be happy if I had kids
We’re thinking three or four.
Crying,
yelling, whining, screaming
It’s all I
hear all dayI know that I’ll be happier
When children move away.
My kids are
gone now, how I miss them
Hour after
hourI can’t wait till I can visit them
As soon as I retire.
Then my wife and I will travel
We will live out all our dreams
That surely is the ticket
To happiness it seems.
Turns out
with all that travel
That it
surely took its tollMy body cannot handle this
I don’t like feeling old
So I keep on enduring
But I’m not having any fun
I’m glad they say that happiness
Is in the life to come.
Today I had
my interview
With God-
here’s what he said“If you weren’t happy during life
You won’t be once you’re dead”
Turns out I sort of blew it
Always looking for tomorrow
Wish I didn’t have so many “nows”
So filled with grief and sorrow
So take advice from me, my friend
And chalk it up to learning
Forget the destination
‘Cause the joy is in the journey!
The end.
Anyway,
that’s my poem. There really isn’t much more to write about this week. I
finally got the garage cleaned out enough that we can put both cars in there.
It is nice not having to scrape the windows in the morning before driving to
work.
Oh- and for
those who are interested, be watching for a tour of our house (comming soon...hopefully. This has been so much trouble trying to get it on here. I hope you appreciate it!). It’s about twenty
minutes long so make sure you have time to see the whole thing before you start
it. Also, I made this on the day after we moved in so things are still kind-of
all over the place. Just know that we really are clean people!
…Most of the
time.
I love your poem! You always were a good poet. Glad to see you pick it up again!
ReplyDeleteI read your poem with interest. It is well stated and a correct idea. Enjoy things as you go along. Find somnething of value in everything and every action. Grandma and I agree that the secret is to keep moving, to find things we like and do them, and keep doing them. Thanks for sharing the poem and the idea.
ReplyDeleteLove, Grandpa
Wonderful poem. Excellent poem. You put it most eloquently. Now I want you to write more of them.
ReplyDeleteI don't like the part about hating your mom and dad . . . rewrite that and you have a pulitzer prize . . . oh wait, that's the kind of stuff that wins pulitzer prizes, so leave it in!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Dad
Thanks Logan for the insightful poem. I am going to share it with my Young Women today. The lesson is on change. Perhaps it will be passed around like a mormon legend..and everyone will be saying "my nephew wrote that" but I will know if was my nephew!
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