POEM: Sun Ray

Sometimes life seems so wack
like nails are being pounded in your back
but don't worry about the stuff you lack
cause you can't always fill the sack
some days are flat
I know the days I've sat
playing like a cool cat
on a thin bleached out mat
wondering when I'll be rich
cause it seems a like wish
and the more I stitch
the darker the pitch
in my pathway
and sometimes the things I say
are worth than my pay
and keep me moving every day
and while I'll play
and dance like a bluejay
I won't be a shade of gray
but a sparking sun ray

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