SourceIf This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Hey - - - maybe I WILL BE ABLE to get a job when our school closes in June after all!!! I'm surely as bright as a fried turkey!
ReplyDeleteI deal with many turkeys each and every day whose brains are fried. All of them need to find a job and do a good day's work. I will recommend this job to them.
ReplyDeleteI feel like a fried turkey this evening
ReplyDeleteMark ---
ReplyDeleteJust don't 'jump out of the frying pan into the fire' when things get tough.