I've Won (again)

The box is empty again today
No mail once more has come my way

But perhaps I guess I should be glad
That when

Waiting

I shall not think of those things today;
Tomorrow may never be.
Tattered and torn with broken mast,
My ships are all

So what if my clothes shrunk in the dryer.
That sauce stain won't come out,
but what are all these 'Gloomy Gusses' whining

If I am spared not pain,
Grant me endurance,
With the passing of time,
Unbent self-assurance,
That I do Love's bidding
With no

"Maybe I Doubt"

Maybe I will...
Take my life in my own hands
Make a stand
Live the way that I have planned
Stick to what I hold