My Reason My Purpse

It’s the end of the month and, like always, I’m 2 or 3 hundred short.

Oh, I’ll work it out.

I’ll pick up an extra gig or two.

I’ll find something to sell or pawn.

I have good friends and I’m quick to pay them back.

Unless, of course, I’m told, “Forget it. Glad to help. Just pay it forward when you can.”

And, while I don’t forget it, I take them at their word and I don’t sweat the prompt return.

I have a family to support and, by God, beg, borrow and steal is not just a song lyric when it comes to their well being.

I will do anything for the people I love.

Anything.

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About joefingas

I am a songwriter, poet, blues singer, and a boogie woogie piano player. I have a grandson but I have no children of my own. All my women have wised up and left me. I was a bum, a wino, a drug/alcohol counselor, a prevention/intervention specialist and a pretender. I have no more time to pretend.
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2 Responses to My Reason My Purpse

  1. The Mom says:

    Seems that nothing is scary until you love someone.

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