lorrieonline's Journal

Guess it's big baby day.  My knees hurt, legs hurt, fell over the weekend so I think that is a problem with the knee soreness.  Took the day off work yesterday, felt like hell.  Can't stand to be alone so am going out to sing even tho I still don't feel very well - just need to be around people that are glad to see me.   When there's nobody around, at least my singing friends welcome me literally with open arms.  Gotta say something for that.   Where I work I get a lot of hugs and love too so that is a really nice thing.   I shouldn't be such a brat.  I think I wrote a poem about that at one point.  Thank God we are all here and can talk with each other.  Thank God for some of the wonderful people at work too.  Amazing that listening finds that there are so many people who have health issues and they are such beautiful people.... makes one wonder... why?   Is it because there could be so much to offer one another spiritually, that we are destined to communicate with one another?  I just don't know.  Some days I want to just give up and go to assisted living or something but most of the time (and thank God), I am ticked off enough about what I'm not able to do easily and just want to get it done anyway.  Taking care of a house and three animals... guess I should pat myself on the back that it is still all standing. I'm sure every one of you can relate. 

If we have an internal scale

that measures the right or wrong

of how we react to things

or even feel about a song

then why does it seem so confusing

to call something what it is

perhaps it's a fear of losing

even when he never called you his

and why does any of it matter

when we are all eternal souls

if we all meet in the hereafter

then why do we worry about life’s tolls

guess I’d like a guarantee

that my choices will be right

not just a fleeting whim

I’ll regret tomorrow night

I’d like to know that I’m loved

And not have to figure it out

Maybe that makes me a brat

The girl wanting to cry, to shout

Are we relationship’s byproduct?

The memory of love’s gone by?

I want to be somebody’s main event,

Somebody’s fresh time of day

Staying busy they say is good

To keep one from thinking too much

That one I can’t really swallow;

my life deserves that thoughtful touch

I just want to have some answers

And I don’t think my life’s too idle

If living a life in love didn’t matter,

Why are Adam and Eve in God’s Bible?