In Between The Tough Times I Wonder..., Instead We Got Eggs and Bunnies

Instead We Got Eggs and Bunnies

Rugged hands feel for-

The handle of the hammer

A swift hit tightens down-

What will never leave us alone

The poor carpenter’s son-

took his wood and nails to his tomb

I am a father with a loving family.

I use to write a lot of bad poetry and songs. Some weren't too bad. I was depressed back then.