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[aid] => mick
[title] => During the buisiness of the day
[time] => 2005-03-15 01:57:48
[hometext] => This poem is about a man given a decision to continue destroying his family or to rebuild the ruins. What will he do with what he has? WIll he be a real man and live up to his own failures?
[bodytext] => Its during the business of the day I try to complete everything I Finish all on my list to do in strenuous detailing and complementing Its during the business of the day I scramble about with many things on my mind Not taking time to think of my family, nor time for myself to unwind. Its during the business of the day I attempt to accomplish my task, to please my supervisor and my family, So, why does it seem as though I lack? Its during the business of the day that I pay the bills and bring nourishment to our bones, that I save for college tuition so they don’t have to pay any loans. Its during the business of the day that I make use of the skill I have been given to be the father of my home and to provide a decent living. Why does it seem like I do not succeed? Why does it seem like I fail? Why do I do this futile task If it will surely come to no avail? For it is during the business of the day that I cannot please a single person, They say I am not sufficient for protection They say he has efficiency for subversion. Am I a man unfit to be a father? A good husband am I not? Because I provide for all, will I forever rot? For it is during the business of the day that I become so involved with my work I forget about everything around me, it is in my duties that I only lurk. My attention is engrossed in one direction, all day my eyes look to one place. It’s hard to not think of work outside work to even slow myself to a normal pace. I would think my family glad to see me walk in the door the kids would come and my wife would flirt but the kids do not run towards me and she scolds me for my hard work It is then that I realize during the business of the long day that I continually forget to call my wife so, I wipe my family away. It is then that I realize, during the business of the long day that I suppress my life by habit while my family remains afray. I aim to one goal and my wife to another our intentions are separate as an open flame to butter. When our plans are apart It cannot be good for our health two ways we go A house divided by itself And surely as the Lord lives it is not as I had planned for I have now found out a house divided cannot stand. For it is during the business of the day that my wife is at home and she sobs even at night she cries quietly because my mind is always on my job My house is going to break and my life is splitting in two, how could I be so easily ignorant and act like my marriage is through? Shall I continue to destroy? Shall I let all go to hell? For it is possible to save it is possible to dispel. A decision lies before me to do well or to do ill, I could run or I could hide or selflessly rebuild. A woman of grandeur is not easy to find, but a woman of chaos may leave me behind These are my scales to weigh my blessing. My choices are few and my time is lessening. There is no such same treasure to be likened unto a man than for one astray to be reunited to his wife and original plan. Will she accept me as a failure? Will she see me as her betrothed? For indeed against her have I sinned, and failure to my house have I caused. Either way the choice belongs to me to give a second chance a shot. To make love my family’s name or make despair again my plot. Surely I choose life and as the lord lives, He is my path to peace a second chance he gives. My gracious God, shall I have, my house be given to shame? Shall I lose this gift you gave or render peace unto my name? Is not my wife the one I chose? Is she not the one I asked? Let no man ever separate this gift that was meant to last. Therefore I am included I promise to live up It is not my just duty to ever give up. Again I will see peace in love we will have fame It is my newly determined cause to bring grace to my family’s name. My kids will soon grow up I will be with my wife together Come death one day inevitable I’ll be with her forever. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 181 [topic] => 19 [informant] => voiceinthewilderness [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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