Lower A Rope

Its hard to write a happy poem

When you feel alone

Many people say they care

But nothing from my phone

The lack of words I say to them

Reside in guilt and shame

I wish I could have made him proud

If only for one game

I may not write as deep as you

I'm sure I'm not as smart

But what I lack in brain cells I

I sure make up in heart

There's dirt beneath these fingernails

I'll climb my whole life through

Climb out of this early grave

I still have more to prove

I still have many lives to change

We'll, after I change mine

Until that day I'll lie to you

and tell you that I'm fine