When You Think To Judge Me

I've never lived life out of a suitcase
But I have lived out of a clothes basket.
You can get used to how that soup tastes
Or you can get buried in a closed casket.

And that's the gospel according to me.


I lived for four months in a pop tent
With a shotgun and a box of shells by my side.
And after all the love I had spent
The woman I loved still wouldn't be my bride.

And that's a hard pill to swallow.
Live long enough and you'll agree.


I've never been down to just my shoelace
But I have seen my heart sink in a rose casket.
And when you'll give anything to greet a new face
You don't really care what the devil's askin'.

When you reached the end of your rope
And you have nothing left but a hope
Maybe then you'll see.

Then we'll have a lot more in common.
And maybe you'll think less
When you think to judge me.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

I my opinion, no one should be judged for anything..., especially when you lose everything including the love of your life, and you're "down and out", no one dare to judge how you live, what you eat, what you think.... it' oblongs to you.... and there is always hope in this universe....
Warmly, B

[Ted Kniffen]

I quite like this Wesley. Good rhyming ... good subject matter ... good personal treatment of the subject matter. I especially like the one line ... two line ... threeline verses running through this

Well done

[Wesley Dingler]

Thank you Ted. I am glad you liked it.
I jotted down something I thought of while I was listening to Robert Finleys song Living out of a suitcase. I have never done that but I wanted to writer something rough and bluesy with that type of flavor.
I hopeful that it worked well when finally completed.