The harsh way I speak is of a rig hand, a laborer, a fell off the rig and was back the next hitch.
Logging was his industry, work was his faith, and sometimes when I speak you can hear him.
and I do kinda like that about me.
Today I am grateful for one of the men who taught me how to speak,
though it may not always be right and sometimes it feels filled with anger,
I think I understand that more now.
There's not enough time to do everything.
Today I am also grateful for that one wall calendar which read, "Stop acting like your Atlas carrying the world on your shoulders. It will go on with or without you."
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