Jump off the train
Well, reckon don’t know where to start.
I suppose all you can do is preach from the heart.
We grind along in this damned old life,
Up at six and home at night.
A fella got to earn a crust, working in, the shit and dust.
It used to be swell, used to be fine,
Then the dust bowl came, guess it was, the end of our time.
We ride the trains and look for work. We make our way, Just to get by on a dollar a day.
We go without food most of the time, brother can you spare a dime.
I look up sometimes and think, Lord where have you gone, throw down some rain, so we can go on.
We go to the church, the preacher tells us of our sinful ways, we sure need some better days.
I sure hope our prayers are not in vain.
We might even get some rain.
One day I’ll jump off, that damned old train.
I am new to writing. I have only been writing for one year. I have had no education on writing, although I have always been interested in words. With family responsibilities, bringing home the bacon so to speak, I have not had the chance to write. Being the youthful age fifty eight, I am not ready for the field, so I work, and learn to write. It does take time to learn, the river flows so small, yet gains in size, it travels so far, no shortcuts along the way.