Is doing your Best OK?

You try to dot all the i’s,

Correct your deficient,

I try to be a good person,

Last year this time thought the world was gonna be ok,

I was going to have better,

Happier days,

A lady asked me to be hers,

No one ever cared to ask me,

I was beyond happy,

That was the problem I guess,

My mornings and dusk saw me on cloud nine,

Felt happier then since two ten when Diana decided mom wasn’t allowed to finally be happy,

After three years of torment,

You know me looking in on others lives really see nothing,

Those of us on the situation find life hard to believe what others get away with.

All that is like a ghost attach to us,

All I can say,

If others think I accomplished nothing today,

My babies are warm and fed,

Kitty box cleaned,

A bit of gas put in the car,

My insurance company sent me a card for healthy food worth $50/month,

Had tea and three cookies,

Bought a bag of sliced ham for supper.

I always share what I have,

Miss sharing my day with lady friends,

Miss my Virginia Gay community,

Miss driveling for others,

I thank all who liked my idea for Rural Ride Share,

I never found money for it.

So well I’m gonna continue to read,

Most people are under the assumption everybody reads,

Many words curtail more in a story then just dangling in that spot as decor,

Couldn’t get my degree to teach,

Have a TBI.could not test out of Statistics,

My credits screwed on disability since two o eight when a ninety-three year old retired attorney chose to drive through the cross walk my ten speed and then this fifty year old who had just return to college to get two degrees one in history and one in psychology.

That’s life,

As a writer and yet after being a published writer since nineteen eighty five friends rather see me as disabled,

I’m a poet,

Sometimes way to wordy,

Luther College failed me out it was easier then acknowledging that a student had a disability in math simply because at fifty she survived a car ramming her ten speed bike causing her to penetrate his window on my elbow then like a rag doll this Iowan was plummethed into a concrete road,

At Northern Iowa Community College one of my classes was in exceptional learners.

A math disability effects six percent of the population that are not fifty,

Who are not scooped of their ten speed after a car tried to drive through the six foot tall Norwegian,Prussian,German, Welch,Jew’s knee cap simply biking home after her final in Cultural Diversity August eleventh at four pm two thousand and eight.

Maybe one day I’ll find that someone who wants to help me start my book store.

Who knows it could happen,

I will never share the possibilities of deep happiness again.

Oh and I got eggs today $108 at Wally World at Kwik Star same eggs are $1.29, nothing I enjoy more then a good deal or a book, or a a a few other things,

And will always recall with deep foundness fun times shared with Sherry.

Blessings to all poets,writers,Wisconsin and Minnesota and Virginia lovers and those blessed by firpeople.