The life of a salesman is a lonely one,
Up and down the roads, always on the run,
The customers are great-but they don't know,
You're 'UP' when you see them,
but at night you are low.
You wake up every morning in a different room,
Then hit the road,maybe bust- maybe boom.
Then at night you watch TV,
Play the Wheel,and Jeopardy.
Answer the questions and get some right,
Congratulate yourself;What a fun night.
Then there's the phone and you make some calls,
I guess it beats four lonely walls,
To find one who cares is really hard,
It tugs at your heart and your calling card.
You can hardly wait to get back home,
And when you get there, you're still alone.
You can't always sit at home and drink,
And dream of P.E.I and the Fixed Link
But it's my life and the money is good,
I'll never quit- but maybe I should
So what would I do to earn a living
Oh, the world is cruel and unforgiving
I guess what I need is someone to care
One to put up with me and always be there
It"s hard to find, not easy to get
How do I do it?I forget.
They say,"All things cometh to he who waits"
And we never know what will be our fates.
But if you're honest and right with the world
Heavens bounties will be unfurled
So"Better times ahead",or that's what they say,
I'll always look forward to the next day.
I'll keep my chin up and think a good thought,
Think of what I have- and not what I've not.
Poem by Keith MacLeod.
Thank you Keith.
You're not hard up when your purse is flat
And your skirt is frayed like an old door mat
You're not hard up when your bills are due
And you haven't a cent to see you through.
You're not hard up till you see the day,
That you haven't a kindly word to say.
You're not hard up when your change is gone,
And you sing a tune as you journey on,
You may walk the roads while others ride,
And your pockets have naught but hands inside.
That's not being broke you may depend
You're not hard up while you have a friend!
But you are hard up in a sorry way,
If you haven't a cheerful word to say.
If nothing on earth appeals to you
And you can't see the charm in the skies so blue.
And you are hard up if you've reached the end
And can say in truth that you haven't a friend.
Author Unknown
Where can a man get a cap for his knee?
Or a key for a lock of his hair?
Can his eyes be called an academy
Because he has pupils there?
On the crown of his head what jewels are found?
Who travels the bridge of his nose?
If he wanted to shingle the roof of his mouth
Would he use the nails on his toes?
Can he sit in the shade of the palm of his hand
Or play on the drum of his ear?
Can the calf of his leg eat the corn on his toe?
Then why not grow corn on his ear?
Can the crook on his elbow be sent to jail?
If so, what did he do?
How can he sharpen his shoulder blades?
Hang if I know. Do you?
My body may age
but my mind will stay young
I've much left to do
many songs to be sung.
Many roads to be travelled
Much love to express;
Many souls that need aid
who are now in distress.
I will do what I can
To help brighten your day
I will spread cheer and love
As I pass by your way.
The world is my oyster
To have and to hold,
Why, I'm really too busy
To ever grow old.