One of the best things is when I’m on the job and one of the guys starts joking with me about his wife or whatever. We’re shaping a window or sanding and he starts shooting the crap and then we start talking about REAL THINGS.
I wouldn’t say it at work and you know why. I can say it here. I also enjoy when I do something wrong (Well not DOING something wrong!) and one of ’em points in out in a good way. NOT in front of everybody. So I’m posting a poem here and if YOU WOULD LIKE TO I am allowing you to post a comment in the comment section and tell me what you think, or improvements. I will listen!
The BIBLE says “Have patience God, isn’t finished yet.” Philippians 1.6
I think it is a good thing to think about and let them say in school and maybe that would start making our country better again. That’s a different topic altogether. Have a Good Day! The poem is below.
(This is an experiment. A poem about talking to someone and inner reflection. Trying something new.)
A Filthy Day
Why do we have to do this crap?
Why do I look out the window and see my neighbor’s dirty, filthy siding
that has not been washed in years
and how does he live there?
Who lives like that?
Why can’t he just wash it?
I know I’m supposed to love everyone and it gets more and more difficult when I have to look at this ridiculous man’s dirty siding.
It used to be a yellowish beige,
but now the rain-drenched and mud-streaked vinyl
warps and cause my ire: early. Early in the morning.
I take my coffee
Out to the porch and I see this catastrophe and wonder why you don’t
consider a fiber cement trim, or some sort of composite.
IT resists ROTTING
Who are you?
Do you own a circular saw?
I never see you in your yard.
Sometimes late at night I hear your truck pull up
(It is very late)
and you move in real fast.
When I look out the window to catch you and figure it out
I can see you duck your head to the left, always wear BLACK and big jackets
but never with someone.
You go in real fast.
It’s weird to me and I think about the siding again.
It is one of the worst things I’ve seen in my life.
You can find siding: wood panel, stone veneer… There is freedom of choice.
Pine, plywood, insulated, shake and shingle. Many options.
In 1937, Frank Hoass began experimenting with steel siding in imitation of wood boards.
He made houses great for the blue collar Americans in the city.
After the war, his business took off.
He fixed the rust problem by adding,
a locking joint that joined with a flange on each panel
A WATERTIGHT HORIZONTAL SEAM.
You should be grateful.
You don’t even try.
If it were not for him, your house would be a big ball of rust,
corroted and disintegrating
like our souls. (Without God)