19 February 2007

Because you had a bad day

19 February 2007

"Because you had a bad day"

Have any of you read that poem "Don't Quit"?  It goes like this:

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road your trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and its turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When they might have won, had they stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victors cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when your hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit!

I wrote a poem, too from this great work of inspirational literature we call poetry.

 

We'll title it "Screw it"

<clears throat>

In the land of the Blue Star,
Tucked far, far away.
The unfortunate Gods from up above,
came to ruin my day.

It all started out,
as simplistic as can be,
a 9-1-1 for chest pain,
they asked to please hurry.

Still groggy from my slumber,
the sleep I wiped away.
Having little to no clue,
on the events of the day.

Dressing like Eskimos,
the snow left us no doubt.
It was time to brave the elements,
to help a poor soul out.

So, to the squad I ventured,
game face on and ready to go.
I turned the key only to find,
the squad laughing saying "Hell no!!"

"There is no way I am starting.
Have you seen the snow outside?
Forget it if you think I'm going,
Go find another ride."

The truck laid there listless,
no battery to start.
It's time to get a second plan,
to help the lady with a bad heart.

Ejecting from the first truck,
We moved to unit 2.
Crossing fingers that this one would start,
if it didn't, we were  screwed.

With a quick turn of the igition,
The beast became alive.
Screaming as the doors opened,
and putting into drive.

With lights and sirens wailing,
we soon were on our way.
But something in me told me,
this is only the beginning of our day.

And at the scene we soon pulled up,
Our patient we had found.
From the looks she displayed on her face,
It was soon before she's down.

Shifting into overdrive,
I started to render care,
As angst and pain had settled in,
I knew to get out of there.

So a quick trip to the stretcher,
and securing her in her place.
We locked and loaded and venrtured off,
to the hospital with grace.

We made it there with time to spare,
And gave her to the staff.
Still pissed the first squad didn't start,
And mimicing its laugh.

With a few more minutes,
it's back to base we showed.
Just a few more feet to back this in,
and rest our weary souls.

Blinded by the morning sun,
and caught in a huge drift.
I got the squad in a little crooked,
along with the piece of wood I lift.

The wood thought it was funny,
about what happened on the floor.
So to add to all my misery,
I went through the glass door.

What once was that of a patio door,
laid in mountains of shattered glass.
And as I cursed many four letter words,
the wood sat there and laughed.

Adding to my frustration,
I chucked it out the door.
I stood there yelling at the squad,
"THAT'S IT, CAN'T TAKE NO MORE!"

Over an hour later,
the last shard was thrown away.
I put my hands together,
for the quick ending of this day.

So, for whoever wrote that poem,
The one they titled "Don't quit".
All I can say is I hope that you die,
As I finish my poem "Screw it."

And for all my faitful readers,
I am sorry for my dismay.
Because three tall cold ones into this,
I am having a better day.

 Again as all of you who read this,
and me that have come to known.
I leave you with my salutaion,
"Rounding Third, and heading Home"

M-