Born sad and broken-hearted
Happiness is so hard to find and guarantee
Most days I get up hopin’
My life will head on back to me
But no matter where I look
I can’t find it, happiness, no guarantee
Some days I feel like packin’
Sayin’ goodbye to all weighin’ so heavy on me
Don’t know where I’ll be goin’
But can’t stay here, luck’s run out on me
One good chance left to make it
Can’t waste it now, things aren’t workin’ here for me
Tried my best to make things work
And find that missin’ part of me
But no matter where I look
I can’t find it, and there’s no guarantee
So I guess I’ll just be leavin’
Takin’ that last chance with me
So I guess I’ll just be leavin’
Takin’ that last chance with me
Note: Another early 70’s poem in search of music.
This one felt like a Country Western song back then. And
yes, this is kind of a sad one.
Poetic Alchemist 
aah i loved it Donnie…miss you very much …i hope u do d same too
Gautami: Thanks. Those sad country western songs…Don’t let things get you down. You have so much to offer!
“Tried my best to make things work
And find that missin’ part of me
But no matter where I look
I can’t find it, and there’s no guarantee”
Somehow it is so true for me for a while now…
Thanks Andrew, Dan, Pat, Kent, and Aurora. You are too funny. Yep, it is that kind song. But, singers are still singin’ ’bout this stuff. Amazing, eh?
“On the road again, just can’t wait to get on the road again…” yep a country tune it should be.
Ditto Andrew!
I could hear Randy Travis singing as I read. 🙂
To the tune of Lay Lady Lay….
I call it “flight syndrome,” wanting to flee when things don’t seem to be working out. It can be a powerful desire.
You need to call Willy Nelson! 🙂
(Actually, it’s very nice.)