Hold On


When the storms of life are raging
and you sense the darkness staging
to destroy what you engage in,
hold on to the plow, hold on.

If a moment you must smuggle
to continue stuff to juggle,
if it seems too hard a struggle,
hold on to the plow, hold on.

If when your world is closing in
and you start to hit hard on the gin,
don't forget that you could yet win,
hold on to the plow, hold on.

On the days naught seems to go right
no matter how with all your might
you do fierce battle after night,
hold on to the plow, hold on.

If in the midst of grief and pain
you hear softly this sweet refrain,
"time to board heaven's homebound train",
forget the plow and climb on.


--jawjajack goobersack

 

 

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